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[09 May 2008|11:38pm] |
egg white [15] 2 bites of english muffin [20]
sip of juice [35]
half of a bun with sloppy joe mix [115]
a piece of pizza (minus the cheese) [200]
5 fries [25]
410
ugh, I'm not really happy with that. I wish I could have gotten out of the fucking pizza..
I weighed myself this morning and I was 106.
I've been using my stomach pain as an excuse. I love it, and hate it. It might be an ulcer. I have another appointment on Wednesday. I'm a fucking idiot. I'm really screwing up my body.
Today was really nice. Me and Ashley laughed and joked the whole ride home on the bus. I'm going to sleep over there tomorrow. We're going to have a movie night. Thankfully I've got my stomach pain as an excuse.
I've never felt so in control in my life. It's scary and incredible at the same time.
But I feel happy, and that's what matters, right?
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[20 Jan 2008|07:50pm] |
Insanity comes in two basic varieties: slow and fast.
I'm not talking about onset or duration. I mean the quality of the insanity, the day-to-day business of being nuts.
There are a lot of names: depression, catatonia, mania, anxiety, agitation. They don't tell you much.
The predominant quality of the slow form is viscosity.
Experience is thick. Perceptions are thickened and dulled. Time is slow, dripping slowly through the clogged filter of thickened perception. The body temperature is low. The pulse is sluggish. The immune system is half-asleep. The organism is torpid and brackish. Even the reflexes are diminished, as if the lower leg couldn't be bothered to jerk itself out of its stupor when the knee is tapped.-Susanna Kaysen
Add me:]
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