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how come.. every time i hear someone say something about me thats bad, i feel like.. i did something wrong, to make them say something bad that im a bad person how could any one love someone like that? i hate myself but yet love enough to take care of myself, life for my animals, neices nephews father  and mother, to live for my broken heart and torn soul. to go back to God, to FIX myself. to REMEMBER. to do right...

i wrote that around 11 PM.

i just weighed myself without clothes.
one thirty nine.
TWOPOUNDs ='(