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OnryKitten
| If only they could see..... April 07, 2009 @ 12:42:28 am1 | |
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| Ok, so I just found out I have gained 10 pounds in the past week. Yeah, I know. You're probably thinking "Why freak out over 10 pounds? That's nothing!" Well first of all, I have a disorder called bulimia nervosa. I hate my body and I only see myself as FAT. I'm 5' 4" and I weigh 215 pounds. Bulimia is known as a binge-purge disorder. In other words, I eat excessively and then I purge by fasting. It's not a good thing, I know, but I can't stop seeing myself as fat. Especially since I'm technically obese. I can't stop myself from breaking down every time I gain weight. I hate myself so much for being this way. Even my boyfriend and family has to suffer through hearing my negative comments and thoughts. I feel so guilty about it: eating so much, being fat, and making others suffer. I can't help but wonder why? Why me?! Why do I have to be so ugly? So FAT??? I would kill to be skinny and beautiful like other girls my age, but I'm not. It's not fair. I can't even lose weight. I just gain, gain, gain. I don't deserve to have such a good family or boyfriend or talents or even grades. I'm ugly. No one wants me around so why do I continue to be here? Is it because I hate myself enough to believe that I deserve to torture???? I don't know. Every one says I need to stop complaining and worrying over the "small things". If only they could see.........
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OnryKitten
| Repetitive Abuse- (Possible Contest Entry So PLZ Read and Tell me What You Think! January 25, 2009 @ 12:31:14 pm0 | |
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| Emotional violance,
Haunting me from the past.
A nightmare of tomorrow,
The memory will last.
They point and they laugh,
As I try to disappear.
Fear clouding my mind,
Knowing the edge must be near.
Scared and hurt,
Forced to believe all the lies.
Tears flowing,
Praying that God hears my cries.
Pushing me, shoving me,
Calling me names.
Sick of the torture.
Sick of the games.
Isolated and alone,
Locked up in my room.
Crying and scared,
Awaiting my doom.
Empty and hopeless,
There is no use.
I can't keep running,
From this repetitive abuse.5 comments | Reply |
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