A Typically WTF Kind of Day
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[ music | Story of The Year - Until The Day I Die ]
First off, something that angered me to no end was this little copy cat. She copied slightlytolkien's site and denied it. Despite minor changes, I still think she's not being original enough. I went over there and gave her a piece of my mind, but I have bigger plans for her.
I am proanorexic. I've said it before and I make no apology for it. I consider myself an intelligent person, capable of making informed decisions. I believe you cannot change a person unless they are willing to change themselves. I posted a comment on someone's journal in response to her post about coping with an ED. The response from another user was that my advice was "disgusting" and that I shouldn't be helping her. I should be supporting her. That was my support. That is how ED sufferers support one another. It's like cutting; I cannot tell someone to stop cutting. What gives me that right? If that's their way of coping then it shouldn't be denied to them. I mean if said person who posted is really offended by my advice she can take me off her friends list. When someone tells me to stop doing this to myself, it's not that I don't appreciate their support or advice, it's just that I don't understand why they would want to make me stop doing something I am quite comfortable and happy doing.
In other news, I registered to vote. Registration station was quiet. No queues. My mom went down with my sister later, and when they returned I got yelled at because I said it had been quiet and it wasn't when they got there. That's my fault, apparently. I told them to go early this morning. I mean, as of yesterday, 7 million South Africans still needed to register. God knows how many from our district alone. And then she couldn't register because she didn't have the new barcoded ID. Apparently I don't get my facts straight.
Much <3<3 to arrewen. I have just one thing to say: J-6
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[ music | Story of The Year - Until The Day I Die ]
First off, something that angered me to no end was this little copy cat. She copied slightlytolkien's site and denied it. Despite minor changes, I still think she's not being original enough. I went over there and gave her a piece of my mind, but I have bigger plans for her.
I am proanorexic. I've said it before and I make no apology for it. I consider myself an intelligent person, capable of making informed decisions. I believe you cannot change a person unless they are willing to change themselves. I posted a comment on someone's journal in response to her post about coping with an ED. The response from another user was that my advice was "disgusting" and that I shouldn't be helping her. I should be supporting her. That was my support. That is how ED sufferers support one another. It's like cutting; I cannot tell someone to stop cutting. What gives me that right? If that's their way of coping then it shouldn't be denied to them. I mean if said person who posted is really offended by my advice she can take me off her friends list. When someone tells me to stop doing this to myself, it's not that I don't appreciate their support or advice, it's just that I don't understand why they would want to make me stop doing something I am quite comfortable and happy doing.
In other news, I registered to vote. Registration station was quiet. No queues. My mom went down with my sister later, and when they returned I got yelled at because I said it had been quiet and it wasn't when they got there. That's my fault, apparently. I told them to go early this morning. I mean, as of yesterday, 7 million South Africans still needed to register. God knows how many from our district alone. And then she couldn't register because she didn't have the new barcoded ID. Apparently I don't get my facts straight.
Much <3<3 to arrewen. I have just one thing to say: J-6