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ihavesmallboobs

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Jan 02, 2003 16:01

i havent written about my life in a while. partly because 'it' is starting again. i dont know what to do. my friends always try to help. it goes away, and then comes back. i dont want to be like that but i cant help it. it happens every month. it wont even let me go 4 weeks straight. i dont do anything to make it come.it just does. my mom tried to ( Read more... )

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bmxerfalldown January 2 2003, 17:46:40 UTC

do u really have small boobs?

lona_bona January 2 2003, 18:52:23 UTC

yes, nat has teeny tiny boobies.

we are both part of the IBTC thankyaverymuch.

lona_bona January 2 2003, 18:55:22 UTC

nat, it sounds like you're on you're having some terrible menstrual problems ("it happens every month"). aww i love you sweety, but whatever it is that is bothering you, and i can only assume the worst, but even if you may think it doesn't help... i'm here to talk to if you ever need anything. i've learned to be a very good listener... i know you have so many that love and support you, and hopefully one more (meee) won't hurt.

xox

ihavesmallboobs January 3 2003, 14:23:16 UTC

its not my period. thats what everyone thinks. it isnt.. but thanks lona.. i love you

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Re: ihavesmallboobs January 4 2003, 13:16:53 UTC

aw you cutie

deathferns January 14 2003, 21:59:20 UTC

Nat... I know that sometimes sympathy feels like crap when it comes to these kinds of things, but lots of people have no idea what you're going through. Trust me when I say I have been there, and I visit that pit of despair almost everyday. It just seems to creep up on you and bite you in the ass, so to speak. It swallows you whole, and you can't get out, even when you plaster that fake smile onto your face. People don't look into your eyes and notice the deep pain residing in them, and life goes on as it should. But you need to talk to somebody about it. Or if not, write. Writing has always helped me out...ever since the shit that started happening at Meadow Oaks. 2nd grade. People started turning away from me, making me the loser and the outcast, and I got darker. I wrote to save myself. That was before I took stupider, more "drastic" measures. I just hope you won't go as out of control as I did. Promise me you won't, because you are a beautiful person, inside & out, and all this pain can do you in. It's not a phase, ( ... )