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  <title>the road to wellville</title>
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    <title>this is all okay and here is why</title>
    <published>2005-10-02T03:55:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-02T03:55:28Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:acidic_eyes:2268</id>
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    <title>acidic_eyes @ 2005-09-27T11:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-27T16:42:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-27T16:42:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ugh....i have class today. didn't read the book. i have a paper due on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ABLE to keep track of things, i swear. i just don't choose to.&lt;br /&gt;fucking work tonight. god i'm having a horrible day and it's only 11:40.&lt;br /&gt;My throat hurts like fuck. Last night was horrible. I just cried and cried for&lt;br /&gt;no reason. everything was hurting and there was nothing i could do, i felt like&lt;br /&gt;i had no one i could call, no one who would understand, and with that realization, &lt;br /&gt;this wave of nausea came over me as i felt this utterly bottomless pit of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;open up beneath me, swallowing me whole. Sometimes I close my eyes really tight as&lt;br /&gt;if when i open them again the world will be different somehow.</content>
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    <title>please help me, ana</title>
    <published>2005-09-27T04:40:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-27T04:40:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mia please die.&lt;br /&gt;I'll kill you myself if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we part ways forever. Not just a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I see you hanging on to the hem of my skirt, but you're losing grip.&lt;br /&gt;Ana.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen you in awhile. I kind of miss you. Could we have a date?&lt;br /&gt;I'm free tomorrow morning and afternoon. Shall we not do lunch?&lt;br /&gt;We were so tight freshman year. It made me kind of crazy though, and everyone&lt;br /&gt;said you weren't good to me, but you were. At least, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want you back, but I'm confused and I need to see you just&lt;br /&gt;to straighten everything out. You're kindof like Jared.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get really depressed when I'm hovering between recovering and&lt;br /&gt;falling apart. They seem one in the same. I'm so torn between these worlds.&lt;br /&gt;I want to live and get better and experience life. But I just cant. I want&lt;br /&gt;to feel my ribs again and wear size zero....when I eat normally it feel forced,&lt;br /&gt;and then mia gets her chance to take over again. God, Ana, whoever, please help&lt;br /&gt;me, she's killing me! I'm going to die if she keeps with it!! I don't want to die.&lt;br /&gt;But I have no idea what living is like. I don't know what hungry or not hungry or&lt;br /&gt;full or sick or stuffed or anything is...everything just confuses me. I hate evrything.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing works. I had all these dreams last week and I feel like I forgot where I was&lt;br /&gt;heading. I thought my 18th birthday would bring clarity..but it's the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;God I don't know. I just don't know and I need to cut myself so badly but I don't &lt;br /&gt;want the scars because I don't want them to know. I just want it for me and for&lt;br /&gt;that peace of mind and that release. Just to make it all okay when it's all not.&lt;br /&gt;I have homework and i have to study for the SATs and babysit and work and all this shit&lt;br /&gt;and i'm freaking out. I'm freaking out and I'm losing it so bad. I DONT WANT TO DO THIS&lt;br /&gt;ANYMORE. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I dont care who rescues me as long as mia&lt;br /&gt;goes away. just make her go away.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:acidic_eyes:1650</id>
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    <title>i'm 18. whoot.</title>
    <published>2005-09-26T20:29:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-26T20:29:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well it's monday, the birthday festivities are all over. it was good though. my best friend&lt;br /&gt;sisi came up from purdue and we went extreme derby racing, then out to dinner at Red Light&lt;br /&gt;with my parents in chicago and then i drove her and i up to northern illinois to run&lt;br /&gt;around in a corn maze until midnight. then we sat by a bonfire and talked. it was a really&lt;br /&gt;good day. that was all on saturaday the 24th -my real birthday- but on sunday when i got &lt;br /&gt;back from work i celebrated with my parents by eating my custom made coldstone cake and&lt;br /&gt;opening presents. Everything was going well with my ed...but last night jared asked me to&lt;br /&gt;come over and i got so excited that i had to purge because i didn't want to feel slow and&lt;br /&gt;heavy and full around him. he met me out on his "porch" ie. cement stoop of appartment&lt;br /&gt;building and we just sat and had dull conversation. he's fucking not interesting to talk&lt;br /&gt;to i finally decided. he doesn't want to do anything cool either...i'm only infatuated with&lt;br /&gt;him because he's hot as hell and he emotes this aura of self confidence, tranquility and&lt;br /&gt;genuine fufillment with life. I really want those things...so i guess that's why i want&lt;br /&gt;to be around him so much..be in him. so then he got tired, but by then it had started to&lt;br /&gt;rain and i couldn't walk home without getting soaked...but his older, much larger brother&lt;br /&gt;came out to smoke cigs and was like "yeah it's cool, i'll talk to her" so then jared went&lt;br /&gt;inside leaving me and cliff talking for a good half hour. he's hilarious and pretty smart&lt;br /&gt;too...much more my type than jared...and i WOULD go after him, but he's 7 feet tall and&lt;br /&gt;like 300 pounds, and i'm a big fan of physical intimacy. sooooo i just don't think it &lt;br /&gt;would work. well then i left and got too sleep after 2am...but of course i had to get up&lt;br /&gt;early and go to my therapist. I WAS SO FREAKING TIRED. then i got back and ate lunch,&lt;br /&gt;but then had to purge cause i was all dizzy and nauseated and weak...but of course, that&lt;br /&gt;only got worse, so i lay down and fell asleep until my mom came and woke me up by coming&lt;br /&gt;home to return our bird which she had taken to the vet. well, now i'm just all cranky&lt;br /&gt;and sore and tired and just not feeling so hot. i'm either getting sick or my period. hah.&lt;br /&gt;i've got some birthday money to go spend. i'm thinking about buying the latest version of&lt;br /&gt;everquest or asheron's call or some RPG like that....and the new aqua teen volume 4, i'm&lt;br /&gt;freakin' psyched. Any money that's left over i'll get some new chuck taylors and some&lt;br /&gt;aqua teen or sealab apparel. i feel like seeing my brother. i feel like meeting some new&lt;br /&gt;people. i feel like being clean. It's funny how we use the word "feel" but then don't &lt;br /&gt;attach it to actual emotions like "I feel sad", but instead we attach it to physical &lt;br /&gt;feelings like "I feel ugly" or the notorious "I feel hungry". Hungry isn't a state of existence.&lt;br /&gt;It just is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, love always,&lt;br /&gt;     ~Aurore</content>
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    <title>C'est Moi!</title>
    <published>2005-09-23T03:32:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-23T03:32:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;muwahahaha! the color is screwey&amp;nbsp;in these photos...imagine deep blue...like...&lt;font color="#000066" size="4"&gt;abyssal plain blue&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/New%20Folder/headshot%209.22.05.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:acidic_eyes:1279</id>
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    <title>blah.....erk</title>
    <published>2005-09-23T03:10:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-23T03:10:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i got home from work at 9ish...made chicken salad...brownie and ice cream too...wheeee!!&lt;br /&gt;now i'm not really tired...but i just wanna...i have no idea. well actually, i just&lt;br /&gt;wanna see jared. haha. oooo! i dyed my hair. it didn't turn out the way i wanted thou..&lt;br /&gt;i wanted just a few dark dark blue streaks at the tips, but like...ALL of the tips are&lt;br /&gt;dark blue now. whatever, if people don't like it they can suck it. i just feel like when&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of color that i need to use all of it. plus, this is only my second time&lt;br /&gt;doing highlights/lowlights. i think it'll grow on me. plus, i can always cut it or change&lt;br /&gt;in a few weeks. okay seriously thou....i need to get jared out of my head, this is making&lt;br /&gt;me crazy as hell. like i get all confused and disoriented when my brain starts obsessing&lt;br /&gt;over him and when i should see him again blah blah blah. so then i just can't focus and&lt;br /&gt;i forget to do stuff like study for my SAT II's and all that jazz. i hope i can remember&lt;br /&gt;my dreams tonight...i haven't remembered since monday and it's really hindering my quest&lt;br /&gt;for lucidity. ARGH! i'm angry. i should do myself a favor and just go to bed. i have to&lt;br /&gt;get up early tomorrow anyways and help out this old woman by doing yardwork or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;she's really nice, but i think i have to be there by 9am or some ungodly hour like that.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll prolly come back to bitch again later tonight..if not...&lt;br /&gt;   love, Aurore</content>
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    <title>acidic_eyes @ 2005-09-22T11:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-22T16:12:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-22T16:16:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i wish the rain would've kept coming this morning, i love waking up to grey skies and&lt;br&gt;thunder..it's just the most relaxing thing. on the contrary, though, i woke up to&lt;br&gt;that dull ache in my rib cage from where jared had hit me, and that sharp pain in my&lt;br&gt;heart. i didn't think i'd fall for him again, seriously, i thought i could get over&lt;br&gt;my obsession and just be friends with him; but sometimes i feel if i can't have him&lt;br&gt;as my lover, i don't want him as anything. but then my common sense kicks in and says&lt;br&gt;"just ride it out, you're strong, don't give in, don't let him know how you feel, make&lt;br&gt;him want it to, make him feel it." i would feel better about that if i knew it &lt;br&gt;wouldn't affect my recovery in any way. i'm just so fragile right now, i don't wanna&lt;br&gt;crack, i'm making really good progress. whats weird is that he knows about my struggles&lt;br&gt;with my eating disorder and he even took me to an AA style meeting and all this&lt;br&gt;stuff...but he didn't ONCE ask me how i was doing. do i take that as him not caring?&lt;br&gt;or is he just selfishly focused on his retarded (lack of) a relationship with&lt;br&gt;justine? i need to know, but that's not one of the things i can bring up when i&lt;br&gt;just start hanging out with him again. i also want to know why he got really &lt;br&gt;involved in my life and we were sleeping in the same bed and kissing and talking&lt;br&gt;and all these wonderful things, and then it all just stopped. he didn't call&lt;br&gt;didn't make any effort to see me, he completely abandoned me when he KNEW i was&lt;br&gt;going through a really tough time with my ED. maybe i just scared him off with&lt;br&gt;my confession of how i felt, and he didn't feel that way back. he was so cruel&lt;br&gt;that night, i'm just remembering now..about how i was crying as we were walking&lt;br&gt;back home and he didn't know what to say because he couldn't say he liked me for&lt;br&gt;some reason and he was just acting all jared happy and giddy and i'm like "WHY&lt;br&gt;THE FUCK ARE YOU BEING LIKE THIS??? CANT YOU SEE IM IN PAIN???"&lt;br&gt;
butI didn't say it,i just cried and then he didn't even walk me all the way home, he just left.&lt;br&gt;no hug, just "whatever" and was gone. he really fucked with me. after tht incident&lt;br&gt;i remember getting over him, being able to say, okay i can get on with this, jared&lt;br&gt;may be retarded, but that doesn't have to affect me. But then while i was in the &lt;br&gt;bahamas in summer vacation, my mind would drift back to him, completely forgetting&lt;br&gt;all the pain he put me through. tell me, HOW is that a benefit to us evolutionarily?&lt;br&gt;or is it just that we aren't THAT evolved and our minds are weak and forgetful&lt;br&gt;and easily overpowered by hormones. LOGIC WILL NEVER PREVAIL WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE,&lt;br&gt;NO MATTER HOW INTELLIGENT YOU ARE. so while on vacation i was entertaining this&lt;br&gt;thought that may be me and jared are really meant to be together..since i &lt;br&gt;believe so strongly he is the person i will marry, i want to marry. and every female&lt;br&gt;on my mom's side, including her, knew that they would marry their now husbands when&lt;br&gt;they met them. on my mom's side they also have some psychic abilities. i don't&lt;br&gt;think i got them. so may be i wasn't blessed with the ability to recognize my&lt;br&gt;future husband either. that makes me sad. but i still can hope. i just have to &lt;br&gt;keep going over there, keep calling, keep making an effort to see him, that's &lt;br&gt;the only way i MIGHT one day get what i so desperately need from him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;until next time,&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love, Aurore&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;P.S. - here he is in all his glory &amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 580px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="854" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Stephen%20La%20Tour/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/P5270007.jpg" width="1139"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>what the fuck is wrong with me?!??!</title>
    <published>2005-09-22T06:18:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-22T06:25:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">argh! fuck you jared fuck you fuck you fuck you!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;get out of my goddamn head. why did i have to stop by your appartement? why did we have to go hang out&lt;br /&gt;and talk about my boobs being smaller than justines? why did you tell me you bought her lingerie??&lt;br /&gt;(eventhough it was from dean, not you...you still bought it thinking about her!) why did we talk about&lt;br /&gt;how big your penis is? why do you still like her and want to have a relationship with her eventhough&lt;br /&gt;she's in fucking MAINE!?!?! i hate you justine. i haven't hurt so badly inside for so long..since that&lt;br /&gt;thing with us senior year. god..just a few months ago..and i used to be able to convince myself that you&lt;br /&gt;were childish and stupid but you are so sweet and when you make me angry by saying something insensitive&lt;br /&gt;and i get upset you always know how to make it right and i just end up loving you more. i can actually&lt;br /&gt;feel how much it hurts right in my chest. maybe that's because i kicked you and you hit me really hard&lt;br /&gt;in the ribs, i think that just adds to it though. physical and emotional pain all centered at my heart.&lt;br /&gt;you really know how to fuck me over, and i don't mean sexually. and then when you drop me off you don't&lt;br /&gt;even offer me a hug...all i can think to say is ask what you got justine for her birthday, my jealousy&lt;br /&gt;just fills me. i don't want a hug, i say, don't get me a birthday present, i don't care....but I DO and&lt;br /&gt;i really need you to get me something special. i hate feeling so selfish and childish and stupid and angry&lt;br /&gt;all the time around you..i just want you to love me and i can't understand why you dont. we just need to&lt;br /&gt;spend more time together. a lot more time. i will make you mine. this throbbing pain in my chest won't be&lt;br /&gt;in vain, mark my fucking words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course if this love goes unrequited, i may just end up taking over a small, third-world country&lt;br /&gt;....and then possibly the earth. yeah, thats how much energy i'm putting into loving you since i'm not&lt;br /&gt; getting anything back. we should just not see eachother. but i know i literally can't handle that.</content>
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    <title>the famous girl's demise-- an epidemic?</title>
    <published>2005-09-21T04:40:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-23T03:48:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">freakin' obvious.....
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 433px" height="472" src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/examp/lohan2.jpg" width="247"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/soutthida/2005photos/Lindsay_Lohan_Vanity_Fair_June_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the fall from grace:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="234" src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/examp/lohanafter2.jpg" width="219"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/examp/lohanafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Adorable Hilary...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 537px" height="854" src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/examp/duff2.jpg" width="495"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/examp/duff.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 418px" height="854" src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/examp/duff3.jpg" width="741"&gt;she looks so happy here&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;jesus christ.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 563px" height="854" src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/examp/duffafter2.jpg" width="554"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 478px" height="473" src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/examp/duffafter.jpg" width="181"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/examp/duffafter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I never really liked Nicole...she always had this nasty look on her face.&lt;br&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="346" src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/examp/richie.jpg" width="348"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eww...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/examp/richieafter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Autumn%20Acid/examp/richieafter.jpg"&gt;can you say "skeletal"?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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