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&lt;p&gt;Sometimes the world seems entirely sunflowers and ukulele anthem and I just want to smile at strangers and dance down north terrace.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I feel both ways in one day, and I can never decipher this.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sometimesiwritesomethings.tumblr.com/post/24095524527</link><guid>http://sometimesiwritesomethings.tumblr.com/post/24095524527</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2012 20:13:59 -0400</pubDate><category>sometimes</category><category>sometimesiwritesomethings</category><category>writing</category></item><item><title>Sometimes I am a bit annoyed that I had a happy childhood and have a supportive family, with only...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I am a bit annoyed that I had a happy childhood and have a supportive family, with only white-guilt and fat-girl-self-esteem to create out of.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I remember I am a spoilt, over-priveliged moron.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sometimesiwritesomethings.tumblr.com/post/23397698519</link><guid>http://sometimesiwritesomethings.tumblr.com/post/23397698519</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 01:18:39 -0400</pubDate><category>sometimes</category><category>firstworldproblems</category><category>sometimesiwritesomethings</category><category>writing</category></item><item><title>Sometimes, things are pretty ok. Sometimes they are not.
Sometimes, things are very complicated....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, things are pretty ok. Sometimes they are not.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, things are very complicated. Sometimes they are not.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some people are very lucky, some people are not.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I cannot decide whether this fact is ok or not, or simple or not.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Back luck for me, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sometimesiwritesomethings.tumblr.com/post/21712333650</link><guid>http://sometimesiwritesomethings.tumblr.com/post/21712333650</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 08:59:56 -0400</pubDate><category>sometimes</category></item></channel></rss>
