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it's been fun.

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I'm not here much.

That's because I've taken to pen and paper again. Something about the melodic scratch of a fountain pen soothes me.

I've missed having a real journal. I can't remember why I needed this thing so badly.

I hate admitting that I like someone. Mainly because the inevitable question is what I'll do next. My answer? Nothing. Because I wholeheartedly believe that men are incapable of finding me attractive. That I'm some sort of weird hybrid that... isn't worthy of that kind of love. It makes finding someone attractive that much more painful. I thought ( Read more... )

Four inches of snow on the ground and counting. My apartment complex wasn't plowed this morning, so my friend who is in one of my classes came and picked me up. He has four wheel drive and is pretty much amazing ( Read more... )

When I got sick last semester, I didn't eat for a week. I lost about 12 pounds in that week. It just kept falling off. And I've been able to keep it off since then ( Read more... )

I've only had seven hours of sleep over the past 42 hours.

Producing the morning show feels like torture sometimes.

But, it's when I get the most creative. It makes little sense.

And now, I'm waiting for my car to warm so I can go back to the station and work a dotcom shift.

I can do this, right?

I've also got to celebrate small victories. Two days, no

An incredibly wise, and dearly missed, friend asked me this question. I don't really know the answer. I know that I'm putting forth the effort. And I'm trying to realize that missteps... relapses... are to be expected when you try to fight severe depression and an eating disorder without medication or therapy ( Read more... )

it's been a while, friends. I'm spending a lot of time at the station, working my 25 hours of producing shifts plus my six hours of dot-com shifts. And I'm loving (mostly) every minute of it. I spent much of the first week feeling as though I wasn't doing well at all. My expectations of myself are much higher than others, though. I had three very ( Read more... )

Fuck it all.