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| Written by Diana, on 17-06-2005 01:26 |
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My life...why can I eat one day and plead agony, but on another I'm prepared to die before I'll allow my body to be excessive? I'm losing weight again. The three bites of food I eat a day are out of deuress. At the end of the day my breathing is shallow because it takes too much energy to breathe in, to make my chest rise. My dad is leaving for europe Sunday and I'm quite upset about it. The weekend he returns, 4th of july weekend, my sister's boyfriend's parents are coming for a "gathering" at my house. I want to waste away, quietly, painlessly. Food is a waste. I don't even feel like I need it, which makes this ten times worse. I wish I could have gone to residential before I got into the grove of living, of HAVING to live. Unfotunately money is worth more than my life. At least that's what they tell me.
Last update: 17-06-2005 01:26
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