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Dear diary,

Laying in my pitch black room, holding onto my blanket for dear life as tears roll down my cheeks because all I want is to be skinny, beautiful and loved.

But who could ever love an ugly piece of shit with scars all over her body like me?

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 02, 2015 ⏰

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