Eh Im done, writing just makes things far more depressing--far more real bah. Reality is for people who dont have a mind of their own to create their own world where everything-is-finally-..... alright
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
lets forget about this
stomach ache- but not from food, from anxiety from being unsettled from worrying-gahh with every word I type I can feel my throat tighten and my chest beat harder. I had an unhealthy coping mechanism that made me forget how bad ed was for awhile-b/c i didnt have to use it... Dont ask! And now I am realizing-having a 100th reawakening that living in my body and my head is beyond what words could even hope to describe. I am at a constant agnst. Nothing is ever smooth, normal.
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