Ok... so I am definately not all "Whoa is me"... and I'm not looking for sympathy... it's just that there's something cathertic about getting your thoughts down... admitting your deepest darkest secrets is the first step, right?? So, I am writing today about addiction.
In the past few days a cousin of mine overdosed on narcotics.. she died. She was the same age as myself. I never knew her, but hearing of her death got me seriously thinking about addiction.
Me, who turns...

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I'm hoping that six months from now, I open this journal and barely recognize the feelings that I am about to express. I've been overweight forever. FOREVER... and isn't funny that when you look back at old photos, when you thought you were as fat as could be.... what you wouldn't give to look that way now??? I was reading some old diaries that I wrote when I was in HS, and I was complaining about how fat I had become.. "ballooning up to 140 lbs". Anyhow, I'm trying desperately to replace...

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