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Ana and Mia won. again.

I'm quitting my job.

I don't know what I'm going to do from here.
I've pulled the plug on everything.
If there is a God I'd be dead now.


I will write something longer and more coherent soon. I just wanted to say - I quit my job.
I am an eating disorder and nothing else.


Edit: Thank you readers for reminding me: I am so much more than just an eating disorder.
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  1. The Blogger Formerly Known As18 October 2010 at 13:41

    I’ve just quit my job too, with nothing yet to go to.

    And, you are definitely a whole lot more than an eating disorder!
    The enigmatic, masked blogger

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  2. Loulou18 October 2010 at 13:56

    i think it was the right descision to quit.
    everything i would love to say to you right now, won't make sense, so just one thing: you are so very very much and can be anything you want. you just have to find out what it is. THIS JOB was not it.
    Love

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  3. Anonymous18 October 2010 at 19:38

    You are only your eating disorder and nothing more if you believe you are, really, you are not. Your readers see so much more in you!

    Before you quit your job, did you really think about it? Did you really think about if it will make you any happier without a job and nothing to do, or will it really help you? Has this decision made you any happier?

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  4. Inge18 October 2010 at 20:37

    You're more than an eating disorder - you're an awesome writer!
    Alot of the entries on this blog are just beautiful :)

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  5. *daisy*18 October 2010 at 20:55

    you're everything ophelia, you just can't see that. remember how inspired you were after going to that school? don't you remember what you thought you could do? well here's your chance... now you're free from all that city bullshit you can do whatever you want and start living your life instead of just existing. If nothing else, your words are beautiful and true. There - that's something more than an eating disorder. Please, dearest, know that this too will pass.

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  6. ancora19 October 2010 at 02:16

    iiiiiiiiiii loooooooooovvvvvvveeeeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuuuu.

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