Wednesday, September 9, 2009

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Well the feeling of frustration and stress finally subsided on Friday afternoon thanks to a very loving man who knows me well enough to know that flowers and tickle scratches heal all frustration and stress. Thank you love.

3-6. Two little numbers that seem to be representing more than I ever thought they would. Surely by this time, it is of no suprise to anyone that I am struggling with food. My eating habits have been horrendous and I find the enemy being invited into my mind every time I turn around and hear a knock. It's as if I'm so afraid of being alone that I would rather have him in my head.

36 and no children. No family. That is, no legal, "This is the ______ family" message on my answering machine. 36 sitting on the worlds biggest pity pot. Maybe I'll come back to this later, right now, my head is stumped and I'm feeling very discombobulated.

Prayers.

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