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  <title>Hidden Forest</title>
  <subtitle>a pixie's secret lair...</subtitle>
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    <name>Rogue</name>
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  <updated>2007-01-28T04:25:59Z</updated>
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    <title>punkypixiechick @ 2007-01-27T22:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-28T04:25:59Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Well, I was worried it would never show, but better late than never.  Thanks, Auntie Flo!  Hee hee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me how my weight affects how I feel about myself.  Like, right now, it's the lowest I've ever had it during my period for a long time.  (Usually I blow up like a balloon-hello, water weight!)  So, I'm assuming that i still blew up, because I can feel all that water in me, and therefore, my actual weight, involving real fat, has gone down.  And that makes me seriously happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably doesn't hurt that I'm on my meds again too.  Bad idea to go off them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, though.  I'm in a good mood tonight!</content>
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    <title>punkypixiechick @ 2007-01-23T02:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-23T08:09:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm falling into a pit, and there's no one around to catch me.  Every day, it just gets worse.  I used to purge 1 time per day.  Now, it's more like 5, give or take a few.  And lately, the urge to SI has gotten unmanageable...new scars line my wrist, thigh, belly, and breasts.  I swear, if I didn't have these dreams of being famous, being a movie star, I'd just let go, but I feel like I have to keep the scarring down, so i TRY not to do it much.  I don't know what's wrong with me. I need to start taking my pills again, and not just recreationally.  I think I'm dying.  How am I going to make it through this semester?  I just want to have someone take care of me.  But that's selfish.  I have to take care of my mom, and she's fragile right now.  She couldn't handle me breaking down right now.  Maybe I should have stayed home and done the partial treatment program.  They'd take care of me.  I don't think I can do this; I don't know how to take care of myself yet.  I just want to forget about being an adult, and be a kid again.  For a month or so.  FOr real.  Really, just be five years old again, and taken care of.  Way before the abuse ever happened, back when I was happy.  It would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking pathetic.  Well, here's my cry for help.</content>
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