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		<title>Razi&#39;s Journal</title>
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		<name>Razi</name>
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			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:razi22:19715</id>
			<title>Past Entry3</title>
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			<published>2010-09-30T18:35:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-09-30T18:35:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p
 style=&quot;background-color: #000000; color: #FFC0CB&quot;&gt;Ok there is not
a whole lot to write. I am just trying to learn so many things at
one time it is almost impossible to keep everything straight. Plus
I am studying so that I can get done with my schooling early. I
have piled up on so many things in my life it is unbelievable how
hard it is to keep everything straight. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p
 style=&quot;background-color: #000000; color: #FFC0CB&quot;&gt;There is so much
that I have to do and I have so little time to do it all in. I
really think that I am loosing my mind. There are times when I just
want to sit down and cry and then there are other times when I just
want to yell at someone and say &quot;Look I am still here....Why can&#39;t
you love me?&quot; But that will never happen so I really do not know
what I am crying about. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p
 style=&quot;background-color: black; color: #FFC0CB&quot;&gt;I just have to go
on with the new life that I have chosen for myself and forget about
my parents as they must have forgotten about me. Other then the
money that they send me each month and remind me to be a good girl
for them and they will be home soon. They have been saying that
since I was 14 and I am 22 now. I really do not think that they are
ever coming home. I just wish I knew what I had done to make them
not want me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p
 style=&quot;background-color: black; color: #FFC0CB&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t remember
doing anything wrong. But I must have done something, why else
would they leave and never come back. I wish they would tell me so
that I would know what to think.&lt;/p&gt;
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			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:razi22:19714</id>
			<title>Past Entry 2</title>
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			<published>2010-09-30T18:31:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-09-30T18:31:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;background-color: #ffffff&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;background-color: #cccccc&quot;&gt;
      &lt;span
       style=&quot;background-color: black; color: #33cccc&quot;&gt;I will
      communicate with complete honesty my needs, desires, limits,
      and experience. I realize that failing to do so will not only
      prevent my Master and I from having the best experience
      possible, but can also lead to physical and emotional harm. I
      will not try to manipulate my Master. I will not push to make
      a scene go the way I feel it should. I will keep an open mind
      about trying things that I am not accustomed to or
      comfortable with and expanding my limits.
      &lt;br /&gt;
      &lt;br /&gt; I will continue to grow as a slave and as a human
      being. I will accept the responsibility of discovering what
      pleases my Master, and will do my best to fulfill His wishes
      and desires. I will not allow myself to be harmed or abused,
      I know that slave does not equal &quot;doormat&quot;.
      &lt;br /&gt;
      &lt;br /&gt; I will be courteous and helpful to my fellow slaves, I
      will share my knowledge and experiences with others in the
      hope that they will learn from where I have been I will take
      the time to help those new to the scene start out on the
      correct path.
      &lt;br /&gt;
      &lt;br /&gt; I will be responsive to my Master, I will not try to
      hide what my mind and body are feeling so that I may assist
      Him in His responsibilities as my Authority, I know that
      Dominants are not telepathists, and will not expect my Master
      to know thought or feelings which I do not share. I will
      never think myself a &quot;better&quot; slave because I choose to
      submit on a different level than another. I will not be
      boastful of experiences I have had as a slave. I know that my
      actions reflect upon my Master, and will do my best to help
      others see him in a positive way, I will not intentionally
      embarress or displease my Master.
      &lt;br /&gt;
      &lt;br /&gt; Above all, I will wear my title of slave with honor, I
      will never cause others to think that being slave means to be
      weak or sub~human. I will take pride in who and what I am,
      and will never show myself in a negative way.
      &lt;br /&gt; ~Author unknown~ 
      &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
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		<entry>
			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:razi22:19713</id>
			<title>Past Entries</title>
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			<published>2010-09-30T18:29:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-09-30T18:29:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Welcome to this one Journey This one had to go into the hospital
this weekend to have some test run to find out why girl keeps
getting headaches. So now she is waiting for the results of the
tests that is the hardest part. It seems that lately this one is
spending a lot of time at the hospital. Two weeks ago girl was
there cause she fell off the stage and hurt her back. Thank
goodness there was nothing broken. Girl did not think so but her
boss the owner of the club made her go and gave her the rest of the
weekend off which girl spent at the library studying so that she
can retake her exam on Wednesday. This one cannot wait until she is
finally done with school and can start working at a normal job like
normal people. It is hard to have any friends when you work where
girl does. They think the life is glamorous but they do not want to
take you home to meet their parents or even hang around with their
other friends. So one ends up spending alot of time alone or with
couples who really do not care what this one does for a living.
Girl does have one friend and she has had this friend since they
were both in elementary school which is really kinda neat. She used
to be shorter then me now she is way taller then this one and she
keeps asking girl when she is going to grow up. Well she used to
until her husband told her that he thought it bothered this one
when she would tease this one about her height. Girls friend asked
her if it did and this one nodded yes that it did. Then girls
friend punched her in the arm lightly and said then you should have
told me. Girl told her that it was just her way and that this one
was used to it. Now this one tells her friend everything even the
things that she does that bothers this girl. Girls friend is going
to be staying with this one until her husband and her can find
work. Which is ok as this girl has more then enough room so she
won&#39;t be all alone for a while. There is so much more girl could
say but she is going to close this now so that she can take
sometime to eat. Girl will write more tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;
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			<id>urn:jj:justjournal.com:atom1:razi22:19712</id>
			<title>Welcome to my Journal</title>
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			<published>2010-09-30T18:13:00.000Z</published>
			<updated>2010-09-30T18:13:00.000Z</updated>
			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;I am going to be making alot of
    updates to this journal as I have alot to add to it so please
    bear with me.&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;Razi is my name and what it means
    is 
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;color: #0000ff; font-size: 120%&quot;&gt;my
    secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3
 style=&quot;color: #0000ff&quot;&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;color: #33cccc&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Girl has so many things to add to
    this blog that she has not really had the time to do so
    ....girl is going to try to do a update now quick so please be
    patient with this one as it is going to take some time. First
    of all I am very small....I stand 4ft and am 3in. tall....on
    the average I weigh 86lbs. I have long blonde hair and coal
    black eyes.&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;color: #33cccc&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Second: I have been living by
    myself or with my housekeeper since my parents went on vacation
    when I was fourteen and never came back. Well not until the
    housekeeper passed then they came back long enough for the
    funeral and left again. The only thing my mother said to me at
    the time was &quot; How old are you now randi?&quot; I remember telling
    her that I was 22yrs old. She just looked at me and said with a
    wicked look &quot;You were not supposed to live that long&quot;&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;color: #33cccc&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Third : My housekeeper basically
    raised me as my parents would go on trips alot as I was growing
    up so I really did not miss them that much. I do remember
    though that I used to sleep in their bedroom when they would
    leave. Then as I got older I just took over their bedroom
    because I knew they were not coming back. Since my housekeeper
    passed I have found out that the woman I thought was my mother
    was not my mother. And that she hated me because I was a
    constent reminder that she could never give my father the child
    that he wanted. He had had an affair just before they got
    married. It was after they got married that he found out that
    my real mother was pregnant for me when she told him that if he
    did not take me she was going to adopt me out. But she did not
    see how that would happen as I was so small.&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;color: #33cccc&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Fourth: I now have very little to
    do with my Father and his wife and have decided that she is
    going to make a life for herself with out them in the picture.
    I am not sure how they are going to feel about it but then I
    really do not care. I have been going online lately and have
    found that there are really quite a few nice people there. And
    they all warn me about the dangers of the internet and to be
    careful even with them. I find that I can talk to them and they
    seem to understand, they do not care that I am small or that I
    have issues with my health. Oh not like most people, mine are
    that I have no health issues. Specialists say that because I am
    so short I should have alot of health issues but I don&#39;t. I
    never had childhood diseases and I don&#39;t think I have ever had
    a cold.&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;color: #33cccc&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Fifth: What everyone does not
    realize is that I do have a illness it is a illness that cannot
    be detected rightaway it takes time but when it is it is
    one that can kill the very soul. It is called Loneliness and it
    is so heartbreaking that sometimes girl lays in bed and just
    cries. She don&#39;t know what to do she sometimes prays that she
    will die as it is so hard to not be able to be loved. If anyone
    ever thought they did not want to be loved they were wrong to
    think so. As the loneliness is killing this one. That is the
    sad thing the doctors cannot figure out why I keep loosing
    weight and why I have black circles under my eyes, they have
    told me that I am dying and they do not know why. I know why,
    The only person who ever loved me died. I am alone for the
    first time in my life and I know I have no one that will
    love me.&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;color: #33cccc&quot;&gt;
    &lt;span
     style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Sixth: I am so tired of all the
    tests that they keep running that I have decided to stop
    having them run. It is my life and it is my time to live my
    life the way that I want. I am going to get better, maybe
    I will move into a smaller place. Please ignore me today as for
    some reason I am getting depressed.&lt;/span&gt;
  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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