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sometimes i wish i could run away and not be so terribly concerned with what everyone thinks. with how i look... how i present myself. i don't want to worry. i'm sick and tired of always looking to a scale or pant size for acceptance. i'm so tired of all of this. there's nowhere i can think of, though, where i would be safe from myself. i'd never be happy totally alone, but sometimes it seems like that's how i'm going to end up.
i do not know what this is... this pervasive need to be smaller, skinnier, prettier, happier, more loved. i don't know. i'm a slave to all the things i've always felt were so unimportant.
laura
i do not know what this is... this pervasive need to be smaller, skinnier, prettier, happier, more loved. i don't know. i'm a slave to all the things i've always felt were so unimportant.
laura