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    <title>bethy_boo21 @ 2008-09-19T09:16:00</title>
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    <lj:music>Away From the Sun, 3 Doors Down</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today is going to be hell.&amp;nbsp; I have so many issues in my life right now.&amp;nbsp; I honestly don't know what I'm doing anymore.&amp;nbsp; I'm so sick of drinking every night, but it helps to dull the pain.&amp;nbsp; I'm so heart sick.&amp;nbsp; The lonelier I feel, the less I&amp;nbsp;eat.&amp;nbsp; I'm down to 114 now, so props to me for that.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully by the time I fly down to Scottsdale, I'll be back around 100.&amp;nbsp; I bet the guys would love it then.&amp;nbsp; I'm so confused on so many things.&amp;nbsp; I just don't understand why I have made some of the decisions that I've made.&amp;nbsp; I have really fucked a lot of things up for myself.&amp;nbsp; The shit is literally going to hit the fan one of the days, and I feel sorry for anyone who has to stand in the vicinity.&amp;nbsp; Things will get messy!&amp;nbsp; I've decided that I&amp;nbsp;like a few different guys.&amp;nbsp; It sucks though, because I am in no fit condition to be dating anyone.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand though, I'm scared to death of being alone.&amp;nbsp; My biggest fear in life is that I&amp;nbsp;am going to die alone or end up alone.&amp;nbsp; It really scares me a lot.&amp;nbsp; I haven't eaten yet today, just a piece of gum.&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;5 cals.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp; Dan's mom cooked me dinner last night, and I felt obligated to eat it.&amp;nbsp; I had 4 biscuits.&amp;nbsp; Oh my god, 4!&amp;nbsp; I bet if I go upstairs and get on the scale it's going to say 118... or loudly proclaim &amp;quot;Bethany Olson, you are such a fat ass.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Damn, I hate this.&amp;nbsp; I want so badly to be thin again.&amp;nbsp; I just feel so fat and pudgy.&amp;nbsp; I need to go running, but I don't want to do it alone.&amp;nbsp; Jim doesn't want to go very often, and he would smoke my ass.&amp;nbsp; He does like 6 miles a day.&amp;nbsp; I'm so depressed.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I'm falling down and not having the energy to pick myself up again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm worried about going to a doctor for anti-depressants.&amp;nbsp; The last time I was on them, I was always so hungry.&amp;nbsp; I can't do that again.&amp;nbsp; Well, more to come later.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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