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Kolvenblog: January 2010
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Inspired by my struggle with Ed. Saturday, January 30, 2010. Supposedly people like me die. I wish I could stop. I wish I could control it. I wish I could not care about some things. But care more deeply about others. I wish I could scream and blame it on someone. Some thing. I wish I had a valid reason to feel the way I do. I wish I didn't feel the way I do. Sometimes I wish I was alone. Yet I hate feeling so lonely. I wish he would leave me alone. I wish I believed with some people say. Well, what if?
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Kolvenblog: November 2009
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Inspired by my struggle with Ed. Thursday, November 26, 2009. Thanksgiving: an anorexic's favorite holiday. Maybe today would be an appropriate time to give thanks to those who have helped so much. So, first off. Thank you for putting things in perspective for me when he had twisted my thinking so much. And thanks for being tough on me and allowing me to see the insensibility of my actions. Thank you for being as crazy as I am at times and understanding that life never turns out the way we wish it would&...
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Kolvenblog: February 2010
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Inspired by my struggle with Ed. Monday, February 22, 2010. There is a tunnel. At the end of the path you walk with Ed. As you approach it, you grab his hand even tighter than before. You are afraid. Deathly afraid. Because you see nothing but horror awaiting in its shadows. This tunnel is recovery. You feel demons and temptations all around you. You feel so alone. More alone than you have ever felt. More alone than you ever imagined you could feel. You brave one step and trip on jagged rocks. Hot te...
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Kolvenblog: To my very good friend, Joshua
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Inspired by my struggle with Ed. Tuesday, January 12, 2010. To my very good friend, Joshua. Do you know how much you hurt me? Do you know you made me cry? Do you realize how you encouraged Ed to echo your words between my ears for the rest of the day? So, thanks, but I think I got the physical critiquing covered. Every day I am getting stronger and better able to ignore these criticisms. There are days when I feel like the goddess my amazing boyfriend insists I am. And then there are days when pe...Hello...
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Juliagulia's Blogadoodad.: January 2010
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Where sense makes nothing. Sunday, January 10, 2010. Dissection of the Teen Novel: Generic Plotlines Captivate Teenagers Everywhere. The Teen Novel is a mysterious animal of sorts. It has a job to accomplish: the difficult task of getting the teenage population to read. It is, however, possible… that is, if it is manufactured completely right. Because all teenagers are ridiculously judgmental and do, in fact, judge books by their covers, the cover of the novel be engineered. A Catchy, One-Word Title.
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Juliagulia's Blogadoodad.: September 2009
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Where sense makes nothing. Saturday, September 26, 2009. It was sophomore year, American Literature class. Teacher: Patrick Billings. Unit: Poetry. It was then that I flipped to the page that held the photograph of a famous poet named Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I wasn’t expecting to see anything but a typically-dull textbook page, but what was staring back at me left me entirely speechless, thoughtfully assessing and reassessing. Finally, I spoke. 8220;Oh my god! It looks exactly like him! So I finally ...
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Kolvenblog: September 2009
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Inspired by my struggle with Ed. Sunday, September 27, 2009. Try again," Ed ordered and I stumbled back into the bathroom. He was over for dinner: 6 pieces of toast,. Mac and cheese, rice and beans, apples, string cheese, anything we could find. But our meal was much less appetizing spilling into the bowl of my tiolet, half digested. What is this "middle ground" my nutritionist speaks of? I had never imagined myself battling with the. Ed I was smarter than that. I knew better than to ruin my body tha...
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Kolvenblog: And a banana clip
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Inspired by my struggle with Ed. Sunday, November 15, 2009. And a banana clip. Car rides almost always relax me. I love the gentle hum and vibrations that engulfs its passengers in such a comforting rhythm. I love how the scene changes with lights and pedestrians and other cars passing by. I love how all I have to do is sit back and watch and sometimes wonder where each of them are going and why. The third (and probably worst) took place last night. Ed etched into my mind. I had followed Ed's every comma...
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Kolvenblog: I was eating
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Inspired by my struggle with Ed. Saturday, January 30, 2010. A bowl of Cheerios (with fat-free, lactose-free milk) and planning out the coming week. Stats test tomorrow. Oh, and of course Calculus. Doctor's appointment.again. I sighed to myself. And suddenly my thoughts began to trail off and my "anti-Ed" voice called out,. What if they discover you have cancer or something, Megan! What if you only had until that date to live? I looked at the milk carton. The date read 03:03:10. I thought back to myself.
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Kolvenblog: Thanksgiving: an anorexic's favorite holiday
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Inspired by my struggle with Ed. Thursday, November 26, 2009. Thanksgiving: an anorexic's favorite holiday. Maybe today would be an appropriate time to give thanks to those who have helped so much. So, first off. Thank you for putting things in perspective for me when he had twisted my thinking so much. And thanks for being tough on me and allowing me to see the insensibility of my actions. Thank you for being as crazy as I am at times and understanding that life never turns out the way we wish it would&...
