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I need a knife - a big, clean, sleek one - to slice these great chunks off my body.

I have got to get out of here.

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  1. Plum Girl14 October 2010 at 19:41

    I relate.
    ♥

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  2. Ana's Girl15 October 2010 at 02:11

    I know that feeling oh so well... *hugs* hang in there, darling.

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  3. Gem!!15 October 2010 at 03:27

    Remember to take a moment and breathe.
    Disconnect yourself emotionally from the situation.

    Empathising with you xx

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  4. Anonymous15 October 2010 at 04:34

    Every little thing is going to be alright. I don't know your tastes in music, but reggae and classic rock got a lot of things right, including their messages. It may be something to help get you through these tougher times; it helps me, at least. Much love, darling.

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  5. Anonymous15 October 2010 at 07:07

    I know how you feel - I don't know how many hours I've spent lost in fantasies about DIY liposuction using a big, sharp knife & a vacuum cleaner

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  6. Anonymous15 October 2010 at 07:28

    I´ve been thinking exactly the same way for years...what happened in these past days?You sounded so hopefull in your last post.
    When i have thoughts like these i try to spend time with some friends who really understund me and distract myself, at least that works for me.
    Hugs honey
    Flor

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  7. ancora15 October 2010 at 09:49

    WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAPPEN.

    OH I LOVE YOU DON'T DO IT. LISTEN TO MY OBNOXIOUS YELLING.

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