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Sarah (sublime96) wrote,
@ 2003-07-13 22:35:00
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    yeah, don't listen to whiney Sarah...
    If people only knew how absolutly terrible they make me feel sometimes, they would be so unbelievably astonished. If maybe they'd listen when I tell them, they'd get a chance to feel that way. I just got home and I was fine up until all the jokes about me started at my g-ma's house. Basically people told me I was gonna die, and I looked sickeningly thin for a few harmless hours. Yeah, it obviously did wonders for my self-esteem, eh? I cried all the freaking way home. I do not have an eating disorder. Okay? I'm sick of hearing about it. I don't need the jokes. I don't need to hear people ask how much I weigh. I don't need people telling me I'm gonna die. For every ounce of love in this entire beautiful universe, is that not absolutly the most sickening thing ever? Is it not? Some of my own family, for God's sake. My own flesh and blood, sitting there in front of my face, making fun of me. It's totally the most disgusting thing that has ever happened to me. I can't believe it. I would never do that to anyone...period. Let alone people that I love with all my heart. Does that mean they don't love me? Does it? I need someone right now. Ha. Nevermind. I don't need anyone. But seriously...can you believe that? Can you believe my blood can sit there right in front of me, laugh, and tell me I'm goin' to DIE??? That is so fowl. It's so insensitive. It makes me question a lot of things. It makes me sick. If anyone for one reason or another also feels sickened by this...please comment. You don't know how good it would make me feel...

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