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Numbers are evil bastards. I look at myself in the mirror and smile and feel fine, but as soon as I step on the scale I'm depressed. It's ridiculous and irrational for me to think this way but argh, having a hard time shutting my self-judgmental brain up.

Pain is really bad today, but mostly in the hips. Headache has improved immensely.

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I'm a fuck up. I give up. Just gonna hide for a while. Why can't I do anything right?

maybe I'm just tired and don't get it, but...

the fuck?