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yar har har. i found out how cissy found this! it was more of a blessing than anything, really.
i am... so tired of this. really really i am. all kinds of dramatic revelations that i don't feel like writing out here. but i probably won't be writing much of anything here anymore. maybe i will, as a general rant-about-food-issues thing, because i'll always have food issues, but fuck, i think i'll just do that on my other journal.. where people can give me a cyber kick to the head if i think of doing anything stupid.
i've been in this hole for too long. i think that now, i just want to fucking live.
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i came to a decision last night -- i just removed you from the friends list of this journal, because i care about you a lot, and don't want to inadvertently trigger you with something stupid i've written, because i believe in you that you can do this recovery thing and get through this <333 love ya!
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Monday, November 10th, 2003
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Dearest Mother:
Fucking. Bite. Me.
Your loving daughter, Jen
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