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Eh.
I feel like I've grown accustomed to not living. I'm not even depressed about it anymore, though I do have my moments, like now. I don't understand...what happened to my hopes and dreams and goals? They all seem so far away now, I've given up and now I'm just here. No one cares that my life is going nowhere and continues in that direction. I'll ( Read more... ) -
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I think I'm suffering from some type of Agoraphobia. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. Or maybe bad things really do happen every time I leave the house alone. -
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New layout and title...I've had the other one since I created this journal when I was like 15. Since then I think I've failed myself as a person.
I've had to strong urge to go on a cleaning spree. I'll start with the living room. -
Fantasies.
I've always imagined my perfect life would consist of me staying at home and doing chores and maybe having a garden and possibly a pet. It would be just my husband and I, he would work and leave me chained to the kitchen floor. -
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Justin and his dad took me to the spot we were going to vacation at this summer. Everyone looked perfect and i felt so insecure about my weight, of course. -
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All I can think about is how fat I think I am. It's taking over and it's really exhausting worrying about it all day. It makes me feel anxious and on edge. Vacation coming in June or July, we are going to Sarasota and I need a new bikini for such occasion. My legs and lovehandles are not as thin as I would like them to be for that trip, I guess I' ( Read more... ) -
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I remember when I lost about 20 pounds in a month. How did I do it? I just keep eating, like I have some kind of oral fixation. Ugh. At the doctor I weighed 146 and yesterday the scale said 144. I have to weigh 130 again, that's what I weighed when I met Justin, so that's how he likes me right?
