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    <title>0always_trying0 @ 2008-12-11T00:43:00</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meee&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Impending Fast</title>
    <published>2008-12-10T04:11:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Winter kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I&amp;nbsp;want to do is take my Wellbutrin and stay under the covers in bed, maybe read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also always hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go Veg for two days, then Vegan for two days, then juice for one day.&amp;nbsp; That'll put me at Monday.&amp;nbsp; Monday-Sunday I'm going to do a detox fast.&amp;nbsp; Come off it the next monday with raw foods.&amp;nbsp; It's easier for me to approach fasts slowly... They usually turn out more successful.&amp;nbsp; Granted, the weight I'll lose will probably be non-permanent, but I'm mostly doing it as a cleanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I&amp;nbsp;could focus on classes instead of food.&amp;nbsp; Work on essays and study for finals instead of plan my daily caloric intake and such.&amp;nbsp; I think I&amp;nbsp;focus on food as a way to distract myself.&amp;nbsp; From my pathetic life.</content>
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    <title>Dysfunction</title>
    <published>2008-12-01T20:07:32Z</published>
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    <lj:music>The Pixies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday started fine.&amp;nbsp; Had work in the morning with Justin... love him.&amp;nbsp; But he has a girlfriend (who I'm skinnier than...)&amp;nbsp; He's 25, she's an 18 yr old emo bitch.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&amp;nbsp;head to my 'rents place after work, and Mom is on the computer looking up resorts &amp;amp; time shares and the like.&amp;nbsp; She's been obsessively researching for months.&amp;nbsp; Dad is playing guitar upstairs.&amp;nbsp; She joins him, and my brother &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;I then hear an argument.&amp;nbsp; Punctuated by my mom yelling &amp;quot;what do you want to do, &lt;em&gt;throw her away&lt;/em&gt;?!&amp;quot; [i'm assuming this refers to me... and assuming they're fighting over college expenses or the like]&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;STOMP&amp;nbsp;STOMP&amp;nbsp;STOMP&lt;br /&gt;*SLAM*&lt;br /&gt;She's locked herself in the bathroom, we hear her sobbing.&amp;nbsp; Dad tries to go in, but she won't let him.&amp;nbsp; He admits the fight was over money, but won't say anything more~&amp;nbsp;he says he doesn't know why she's crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she finally emerges she has put her face back on and acts like nothing has happened. &amp;nbsp;Dad informs us there will be no vacation this coming year.&amp;nbsp; Later that night, after they had gone to bed, I&amp;nbsp;hear a tinkling in the kitchen and investigate.&amp;nbsp; Dad is pouring straight Bacardi over ice, and when he sees me, says &amp;quot;Good morning&amp;quot; [keep in mind it's midnight]&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Night cap?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;inquire.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;smiles then shuffles to the couch to sip his drink alone in the dark.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Watercolors Left Out in the Rain</title>
    <published>2008-11-24T05:08:56Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Electric Feel- MGMT</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;u&gt;Madness&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;Marya Hornbacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;The world outside swells and presses in at the walls, trying to reach me, trying to &lt;strong&gt;eat me alive&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I don't know how I've wound up here, &lt;span style="color: #ff6600"&gt;and I want it to end&lt;/span&gt;, and I&amp;nbsp;repeat to the rhythm of their bodies, &lt;em&gt;you're a slut, you're a whore&lt;/em&gt;, and I&amp;nbsp;want a bath, want to scrub them off, why does this keep happening?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;The lazy days bleed into one another like &lt;span style="color: #cc99ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;watercolors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; left out in the &lt;span style="color: #00ccff"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Detour&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lizzie Simon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Mental illness &lt;/span&gt;interacts with the way you define yourself from the instance it enters your life&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;For me, &lt;span style="color: #ff00ff"&gt;pot&lt;/span&gt; was a bridge back to real life, a &lt;span style="color: #ff99cc"&gt;&lt;span&gt;cushiony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff99cc"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff99cc"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;soft&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bridge that made the day-to-day OK while my brain and body adjusted to lithium and while my soul began to digest the trauma&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;want to find sparkling little treasures of personality who harbor terrors in their bodies, who &lt;strong&gt;pop the pills&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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