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  <title>Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, but don't swallow.</title>
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  <updated>2008-08-09T07:59:30Z</updated>
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    <title>purplebaloon @ 2008-08-09T09:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-09T07:59:30Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I woke up to a bright saturday, The day can't seem to be better. And I hate it till the moment I wake up.... With no particular reason, nothing. I just follow the feeling inside me, and that feeling has been in the darkest black color for such o long time. I don't ask why anymore, truly I don't care either. I think I don't struggle. I am tired of struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 9 months of not binging or purging, I started doing it again... Total loser.. I felt so alone after it,&amp;nbsp; I have been living on my own for a year now... I just believe I missed all the perfect chances of living alone, while I was all the time busy with my own self. I want things to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the fact I am the only one who can change it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:purplebaloon:1843</id>
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    <title>purplebaloon @ 2008-08-07T10:43:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-07T08:47:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-07T08:47:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I throw food away, I binge and purge, I spend hundreds of euros on vegetables and fruits, I am a heavy smoker, I thought about having a liposuction, and I thought of dying. Oh and I am a bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick list of things nobody knows, but only me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:purplebaloon:1659</id>
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    <title>purplebaloon @ 2008-08-04T19:27:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-04T17:35:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-05T08:03:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay, here i am. no matter how much i run away from here, it is impossible to forget, or act like i had forgotten what i lived through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i light up another cigarette, and start writing these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;. i hate &lt;b&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt;. i hate myself the most, but i also hate &lt;b&gt;everything i see and i live&lt;/b&gt;. i hate life. &lt;br /&gt;i was anorexic once, turned to bulimic, turned to anorexic again, then to something between ana and mia at the same time... now? &lt;b&gt;"recovered" as some people think, but still ill inside&lt;/b&gt;. fat and ugly, but people say it looks better on me. fuck them, i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my periods again, my stomach spasms are gone, i have hormones and i can go to sleep without trouble. but what remained still? i cannot eat &lt;b&gt;a single candy&lt;/b&gt; by not worrying. there's not even one night that i don't &lt;b&gt;lie on the bed and think about my tummy and thighs&lt;/b&gt;. i can't have sex without looking at my flabby arms. not even a single time that i look at my &lt;b&gt;older pics &lt;/b&gt;and think "yeah, i looked awful now i am brilliant".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i had severe anorexia i thought "will it ever go away? will i ever be like everyone else?" i didn't know the answer back then. now i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..... no.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:purplebaloon:1085</id>
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    <title>purplebaloon @ 2007-12-13T00:45:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-12T23:48:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-12T23:48:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;why did it have to be this way. or a better question, did it have to be this way.. everything i wanted to be just faded away. i had to satisfy myself with something else, something moderate. all my dreams and ambitions are being left behind day by day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:purplebaloon:859</id>
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    <title>purplebaloon @ 2007-12-10T16:02:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-10T15:07:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-10T15:08:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am living a shitty day. i hate everything. i hate the dog walking on the pavement, i hate waiting for the bus, i hate listening to my housemate talk.. i just, simply, briefly, HATE.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;when things are like this it gets even harder to get through the problems. get through my own self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smoke a lot.. it helps me fill my hands with something rather than food. i know it, i am a loser with no self control. but i am trying. i keep trying although a million times i failed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:purplebaloon:552</id>
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    <title>purplebaloon @ 2007-12-10T01:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-10T00:21:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-10T00:22:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Great. Not sleeping again. &lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I was going to sleep tonight..... "promised myself" is the stupidest expression ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do all these. To achieve success? To be adored? Or just to like myself more. I wonder if there is any way that&amp;nbsp;I am going to like myself, simply because I tried everything, been here and there, but it just didn't happen.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am buzzing around.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so into my passions. Once I want to get something, I have to get it somehow. Isn't this truly why I am here?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post. I would like it to be happy but it's just not. Sorry.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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