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Sunday, 05 July 2009

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Thursday, 05 March 2009

Wednesday, 25 February 2009

  • I would also like to say, while I'm here and thinking about it, that I've basically been updating almost everything BUT Xanga these days. So it must look like I'm dead in the water around here, but the truth is that a lot has been going on, and I've just been writing about it in a bunch of other places. Mostly on one particular closed forum I've been visiting rather a lot in the last few months.

    In essence, though, I'm having a pretty hard time, with a lot of things. And the stress isn't going to be over for awhile. *sigh*

  • Is our society too dependent on medicine?

    Absolutely. For example, GPs will give out antidepressants to people who show signs of depression, no matter what the underlying cause may be. In fact, nobody asks about underlying causes.

    The real problem, though, is that the public has no more interest in underlying causes than doctors do. Doctors can recommend diet and exercise for weight- or diet-related problems until they're blue in the face, but what are the chances that a person will actually go off and radically change his or her life just to accomodate some doctor? Nope... they, too, would rather be on bunches of pills that make their vitals okay, and continue to live the way they want to live.

    So... it's a double-edged sword. We are all part of the reason why.

       

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Tuesday, 27 January 2009

  • Okay... so apparently Xanga has decided to stop sending me Daily Digests?? Which means I haven't caught up on my subs in a very, very long time. I apologize profusely for this. I am going to try to work my way through a few of them, but I may not get all the way back to where I left off reading... so if something important happened that you think I should read, please do let me know!

    In other news, I have the cold from hell, and am only just now starting to feel like I have any energy again. I've spent the last three days snivelly and vaguely feverish and zombie-like. I also had to miss school today, because I simply could not muster up the energy to get ready and leave my house, which is bad because Tuesday is my fullest day -- I have a lecture or lab in every course I'm taking on Tuesdays. But what can you do, right? I'm just thankful that I'm starting to come out of zombie mode, even if it means I'm going to have a shitload of catching up to do, especially in Latin and philosophy, wherein I have lots of homework to do (Latin) and my first paper to write, which was actually due today (philosophy). I wonder if my philosophy prof will accept my sick note for Monday and have mercy on me in terms of marking me late for that paper. I may try it and see what happens.

    Hope you're all having a good day!

Sunday, 18 January 2009

  • I haven't written here in forever, although I've been writing in my ED LiveJournal some.

    The truth is that, lately, I really just haven't had much to say along ED lines. My b/ping has decreased significantly in frequency, and I'm also eating a lot more calories every day without it being quite as bothersome to me (most of the time). My interests now seem to lie more with eating intuitively, and the idea of exercising a lot, toning up a lot, has more and more appeal to me as time goes on. I try to move some every day, whether it's through walking to classes and around campus, etc, or just doing some random jumping jacks or calisthenics in my bedroom.

    I think the reason I stopped b/ping nearly as much is that I don't want anybody in my family to know I'm doing it, not even my sister. For a long while I thought they really didn't know... but then I got slightly more careless, sure they weren't picking up on it, and that's when my sister realized shit. And so she talked to me on MSN, a few days before Christmas Day, and was like, "You shouldn't do that" and blah blah blah. And it wasn't the words that affected me so much, but the fact that she knew something that was supposed to be "my secret". And so it didn't feel like a sanctuary anymore... somewhere I could escape to get away from life, to put it on hold for awhile. And so the appeal of doing it was lost to me for quite some time.

    I actually went for at least two and a half weeks without purging... from two days after my sister talked to me until, I think, a few days after school started. And when I've done it, it's always been in ways that don't involve me going to my downstairs bathroom and turning on the fan and water while people are home, which is the obvious way that my sister found out about. When I do it I either binge in my room, privately, and purge in the shower, or I wait until all three of them are gone out, at which time I can binge quite openly in the living room, and then use the bathroom upstairs to purge, which has a toilet that flushes way better than my toilet downstairs. (Another sign my sister probably picks up on is that I have to flush the downstairs toilet at least 3-4 times, usually, to get it completely clean again.) I can't use the upstairs bathroom when anyone is home, since it's very close to many of the main rooms in the house, and there is only a wall between it and my parents' bedroom. I can purge in the shower, though, because at this point I'm able to purge very very quietly when necessary, and the running water clears it all away pretty quickly. I do get a little paranoid lately because sometimes the tub drain seems to smell a bit, which means I have to minimize my shower purging, which means, if I can't use my downstairs bathroom, that I get very little opportunity to purge.

    I really hate talking in terms of recovery these days, too. The truth is, I never really recovered, ever, and even yet, although the "symptoms" seem to have decreased, it's not because I'm making any truly concentrated effort at totally, 100% getting rid of the bulimia. It's just because, for the moment at least, it doesn't work the same for me as it used to. If it started working better for me, I'm sure I would do it more. It's not really so healthy to think about this, I realize, especially because I'm very keenly aware of the mind-numbing and emotion-numbing effects it all has on me, which only adds to my emptiness and dissociation from life and vivacity and meaning -- but I still feel that I need the option. When I talked with the psychologist I'm seeing on Thursday, he mentioned that purging could be something I use to keep me grounded and more in the present moment... that it makes me feel more alive. I would probably agree with that assessment. When I'm anxious, it calms and soothes me, and when I'm numb and blank and hollow, the physical violent of stuffing myself to the point of pain with food, and then the act of purging itself, can serve to "wake me up", so to speak. After a b/p, maybe I can exist in the real world and actually deal with it. Perhaps it prevents worse dissociation to a degree.

    And now that I haven't been b/ping as much, that emptiness and blankness is really starting to hit me more. I am more aware that in a lot of ways I lack anything really meaningful and significant in my life. I often feel like I'm just coasting, riding some kind of wave through the ocean but not taking in my surroundings whatsoever. There is no thrill of the rises and falls, no noticing of the biting cold of ocean spray, or the heat of blinding sun, or the beauty of a sunrise or sunset. All I can see is the dark blue right under my feet, and the coldness of the water blowing back at me seems only to add to my numbness. It is a huge struggle to be able to lift my eyes from the surface of the water, and so mostly I don't even bother. I am able to continue to coast, so why do anything else? And yet as I coast, more and more days of my life get wasted in nothingness, and even the things I do that I should enjoy are often things that are just "there". They give me some superficial happiness, but nothing more.

    I need to somehow figure out a way to escape this void I'm in -- a void which isn't dark or sad or full of any kind of negative emotion, but rather swirls with the kind of static you see on a television that isn't on the right channel for the VCR. Grey nothingness, a sound that never changes, a soul-sucking haze that doesn't want to let me out. That's the kind of void I mean. If only it was a dark void! Then I could try to find the light on the outside, try to pull myself towards it... have something to struggle against, a goal to work for. Only I have no real struggle, no goal to work for. The grey is like being given a decently comfortable bed when I am eternally and completely exhausted. It is hard to even want to get out of it, and it seems to fit so well with what I need that I don't desire to look much further than where I am right now. And yet lying in a bed all day every day isn't a life. It's an existence. And even barely that. So I feel my dissonance only slightly... enough to bother me, but not always enough to motivate me to move my body from the mattress.

    What I can't figure out is... is this dysthymia? Is this what dysthymia has become for me? Instead of darkness, sorrow, there is a blank thing thrown over me that I can't escape from? Is this another way that dysthymia can manifest itself? Maybe, like the anemic who is constantly exhausted and lying in that bed, always trying to get rested and never succeeding, I just need a dose of something to feel better, to get my energy back. Fuck, maybe I should be on antidepressants or something. I really don't know. I'm so functional most of the time, and so non-depressed seeming, that nobody ever even THINKS that I should go on meds. Most of the time I don't think I should, either. And yet these sorts of periods of grey, of haze... they are bad in their own blank way. The fact that they don't seem to be continous only adds to my confusion, and my conviction that I don't need anything other than the counselling, that this is a situational/existential problem, not biologically based, and I just need to learn to deal with the warped way my mind works.

    I'm really blanking out now, so this entry will end here. Not that it wasn't already long enough. :P

Sunday, 21 December 2008

Monday, 08 December 2008

  • SI TRIGGERS. Read at your own discretion.

    Today was a fucking awful day.

    I binged and binged at suppertime, and yet didn't feel ill enough to purge. Didn't have the energy to purge, either, or even the desire. So all that food has been digesting for at least six hours, making me fat, making me a fucking whale.

    I have been getting back into cutting, albeit kind of slowly compared to most, I am sure. Objectively it's not a good thing... so why do I feel as though it is good? Why does it feel natural and even soothing to be cutting again? I don't know. All I know is that it's like feelings I've been trying to restrain for so, so long are finally coming to the surface, and there is almost a kind of joy in discovering that this part of me is not gone -- that there is still something underneath all the apathy and anxiety that can feel, that can express the pain instead of suppressing it, that even realizes the pain is still there. And I revel in the self-injury itself. It is like an old, long-lost friend is finally returning to me. I know this probably all sounds ridiculous from an outside point of view, but in my head it's... not fully wonderful, but still, in its way, kind of wonderful.

    I have stocked up on first aid supplies.
    I bought some new binge food today, although it's not exactly a total supply... more like something to fill up the corners, after I grab whatever I want to eat from upstairs. Which is something I've been doing more and more often lately, because I never feel like binging solely on the food I have in my room.
    I rediscovered a collection of utility knives and blades that has been sitting in my room for a good couple of years. Surprisingly, none of the blades are at all dirty or rusted. Probably because they've been kept in a closed container all this time, a container which yet aerates. (Hard to explain.) I never used a utility knife before yesterday, and I was surprised that I found it to be a good utensil. I remember not liking utility knives much before.

    My exam studying... didn't happen today. At all. Which is really shitty, because my exams start on Wednesday, and I have one apiece on Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Now is really NOT the time to be slacking in my study. So why, for the love of god, didn't I study today?? My only attempt at an answer is that, mentally, I was completely tuned out of school. I could not face the thought of devoting any time or energy to rereading material yet again. [I don't mean that I read it recently... just that I HAVE already read it before, weeks or months ago, and studied it in-depth for exams before this.] I guess... I just did not care.

    And yet I HAVE to care. Because this is the final haul, and I need to do well on these exams, or I am going to freak out. And in the case of my calculus exam, this is my one last chance to redeem myself. I currently have a 59% average in the course, and the exam is worth 60% of my grade... and if we do a lot better on the exam than we've been doing in the course, the prof has said he will adjust the grade accordingly. If I do well enough, I could come out of the course with a B (65% minimum). That's a long shot, but I have to try, don't I? And I do NOT want to have shelled out a couple hundred bucks for tutorials just to end up doing really shitty in this course. I ABSOLUTELY do not want to have to retake this fucking course!!!

    Just five more days. I can do this. I have to do this. I must do this. There is no option to not do this. I do this, or I lose what semblance of sanity I am still clinging to. This is goddamned necessary, and I really truly mean that.

    I need to pummel this thing to the fucking ground.

Tuesday, 02 December 2008

  • The Quest

    This is extremely long, sort of academic, and probably rather boring. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't read it.


    Part of me still thinks that the whole quest for weight loss is, essentially, stupid. It is superficial and shallow and hollow, and at its core it really doesn't mean anything. People look at your skinny body, wrapped in its popular clothing, the hair styled and the makeup done, nails polished and skin smooth and clean, and based on the choice you've made to be skinny, to conform to the popular styles, you are allowing them to judge you as a certain kind of person. You are allowing those who wish to have power to sedate you, to make you another compliant clone. If I was to become skinny, to follow the cultural trends, I think, it would be the same thing as allowing them to take my own power away from myself. Because they are saying: You are only worthy as a woman if you are small and fashionable and more like the masses. We have indicated that your most essential worth comes from your appearance, and if you do not follow this, we will mock you. We will berate you, and chastise you, until you once again become silent and do what we want. In other words, we have all the power in this situation, and you have none.

    These kind of thoughts make me feel like the whole world is acting out a patriarchal and mysogynistic play, one where, even though we never voice it, men still want to have power over women. The group that has been dominant for a long time in a certain society wants to continue to remain dominant, to never have its supremacy questioned by the other groups. And when men feel that women hold all, or some of, the cards in areas where they have never before held cards, it is a challenge to their power and authority, and it rocks them at their very cores, and they become afraid that, because women now have some things, they might someday have the potential to take their own power away from them. They do not realize that most women do not necessarily have that agenda. They assume that because their own unconscious agenda is to keep power, women must have the agenda, as the less dominant ones, to snatch that power away. Why? Because that is what aggressors do -- attempt to seize power. So maybe every bid for real equality will be met with a strong and negative reaction, because of this fear of a usurping of control.

    Maybe the heightening equality of women in the work force and in other places is being countered, not at the source of that specific issue, but in another way. In women's sublimation via the mass media. In telling a woman she is no good, in the work world or otherwise, unless she is skinny and beautiful and wears this makeup and buys clothing from these fashion labels. There are still so many factors at work to try and keep women down, even if advertisers' specific intents are not to keep women down. We don't have to state it out loud, because it's already there, screaming at us through the things we see and hear on a daily basis. We don't have to teach our children gender differences and roles, because they learn them through interaction with people who already have it ingrained within themselves and their behavior. If you don't believe me, let me ask you: Would a little boy voluntarily wear pink? Why not? What's wrong with pink? Why is it a "girls' color"?

    Anyway, the real point here is that, when threatened with the possibility that a less powerful group might overtake them, it seems that the group already in power tries to strike back, only in a different way, through methods that started years or, in this case, decades ago. Methods that have now become so complex that it's harder to get to the root of the issue and deal with it. Fairly similar to how, the longer an adult has had a certain mental disorder, the more constructs they have built around it, and the harder it is to work through all the layers of disorganization and distortion to get to the real truth that started the whole castle building.

    So if I am thinking all these things, and I can see them with my own two eyes, why do I still think weight loss is this great thing, and that if I managed to lose these damn 15 pounds that haunt me, I would somehow be a better person, a more perfect woman? Because factual analysis isn't enough, perhaps. The ideas that I've gotten in my head, through media and through my interactions with others, are so ingrained that even knowing the facts often isn't enough to make me do anything about it. And why? Because these intellectual facts do not seem relevant to my personal situation, perhaps. If everyone you know face-to-face is telling you a certain thing, and you grow up believing it, isn't it hard to just "shake it off" as if you never learned it, even if something you learn in your higher education calls into serious question the validity of the thing you learned? And it's even harder when you still feel that that mindset serves you well at least some of the time, and that you're truly accomplishing something through what you've learned. Which is how, I'm sure, a lot of us feel about weight loss. It really feels like you're doing something good and concrete for yourself, often, even without all the other issues that will go along with it if you have an ED -- control, deep insecurity, whatever.

    The reason eating disorders are so damned hard to get rid of are that even once the distortions, the issues, that come along with the "disorder" part are gone, we still have to contend with all the social messages that everyone, everywhere, is telling us. Messages that a lot of people grew up believing were true. And it all serves to make an eating disorder look almost socially acceptable, especially in the early stages. There's an awful fucking lot of validation that goes on in eating disorder communities, particularly in pro-ana communities, about why an eating disorder is actually a good thing, a constructive thing, healthier than what the person was doing before. We know that a lot of it is just the warped thinking that the eating disorder needs to go on living, because the person, at a deeper level, doesn't think they can survive without it. But part of it also comes because we are taught by society that weight loss IS a good thing, a constructive thing, something that makes you healthier. And we're taught that skinnier IS better. And, of course, nobody in the mass media comments on how any of these celebrities actually got skinny, or whether it's really truly healthy. They just show you pictures of skinny celebs on the red carpet, on the runway, in performances, in movies, and you are left to glean the message for yourself. Intuitively. The way that humans learn so many of their social constructs.

    There is a reason that socialization is so important when we consider the modern increases in diagnosed eating disorders. It's not because socialization causes eating disorders. That's an extremely stupid line of reasoning which, once used, gets you the utter disrespect and suddenly mute ears of people who actually have a clue what they're talking about. But it's hard to deny that socialization is a definite factor in eating disorders. It helps to provide that fertile soil for people who have had certain kinds of lives, who have certain personality types or traits, to dig themselves deeply into once they discover what it is. Professionals don't even come close to understanding yet how the pieces have fit together when an individual decides that first time to restrict, or throw up a meal, or whatever. They also don't understand why certain people diet and don't stick with it, and other people start a diet and go on to develop a serious eating disorder, anorexia or otherwise. But I really think you absolutely can't understand any of it without understanding causal factors... the way your brain is wired to create your basic personality (I don't think many would argue that different babies seem to be born with different personalities), how your environment interacts with your particular personality to create discord or harmony, how secondary socialization enters the picture both during and after primary socialization by caregivers (makes you wonder how secondary "secondary socialization" is, when a baby is surrounded by relatives and friends and videos and television and music from infancy), how it can all come together years and years down the road in a desire for eating disordered behavior. Mass media messages, messages from peers -- those are two things that would count under the label of secondary socialization. Can you, personally, deny that what other people do doesn't have an affect on you? If not, you cannot truly deny the impact of socialization.

    None of this would even be a problem if everyone was the same. But of course no one is. So person A hears everywhere that she should lose weight, diets, and later on other factors intermingle to cause a restrictive eating disorder -- but social messages were clearly a primary trigger of her disorder. Person B hears those same messages and thinks they're utter bullshit, but years down the road she absolutely cannot cope with her life, and she needs something to obliterate her emotions, so she starts to restrict. Later, in her perusals of eating disorder communities, she discovers that there is an entire paradigm in mass media that validates her in her self-destructive intents, and so she seizes on it, makes it a part of her disorder, and then a part of herself. In the end, both girls' cases could look very much the same... but they certainly didn't come from the same place in the beginning. How the hell would a treatment provider know, from a clinical diagnosis or even one interview, which one of us was which? How would a provider go about figuring out what the primary etiology was in each of our distinctive cases, especially if we were both talking about wanting to be skinny and saying, "Look how many other people are skinny, and think that trying to be skinny is so great! How can you tell us we are wrong??" Or would a primary treatment provider even make that distinction, or care? I often think that a lot of them really don't care at all. After all, a therapy like CBT doesn't depend on knowing the etiology of a disease, does it? It says that if you change the though distortions or behaviors, you will change the person's life for the better. To a provider of CBT, the intuitive differences between person A and person B would not matter, because both clients would have to change the thought disortions that skinnier is always better, even when skinnier means really underweight and unhealthy, and change the behaviors, which would involve getting the underweight person to a normal weight.

    For person A, this might actually help them a lot (though maybe not fully), because the primary cause of their disorder would have been addressed. But for person B, for whom this is a secondary, although eventually significant, effect... would CBT have a lasting impact on them? Would changing their eating disordered behavior and thought disortions actually ensure that such problems wouldn't come back in the future, as these therapists would claim? After behavioral modification, the person who used the eating disorder primarily to cope with unwanted emotions could easily still have all the unwanted emotions -- in short, the primary cause of their eating disorder would still be there. How long would such a person be able to go on using the behavioral modifications before the primary cause reared its ugly head, became too much to cope with yet again? Wouldn't such a person do better in another treatment, one that addresses the TRUE primary cause of the disorder... no matter how hard that primary cause, or those many primary causes, might be to discover?

    But CBT therapists never see this. They think that the symptoms a person presents with MUST be the symptoms that need treatment, and they don't think it so necessary to look much further. They don't do dynamic work, and so they don't get any idea of what really caused the disorders of persons A and B. They don't deal with any underlying or more deep-seated issues -- maybe because they're uncomfortable with it, or because they are truly ignorant and do not think there is anything to see beyond the person as he or she is right now, or maybe for some other reason. As such, they are doing patient B an extremely huge disservice, because in patient B they are treating extremely superficial issues and so cannot possibly hope to cure the real disease. The metaphor I like to use is that CBT is akin to putting a Band-Aid on the wound, while completely ignoring the infection underneath; it looks fixed, but it most certainly is not fixed! And yet CBT therapists go on in blissful ignorance of how their work was wasted, and someone like patient B is left semi-fixed and semi-damaged, trying to search out therapist after therapist in hopes of finally finding another one that will address the true etiology. While, in the meantime, they are unhappy and discontent and also completely in limbo... and it is just as easy for them to go back to their disordered behaviors as it is for them to recover, if not easier. Logically speaking, why wouldn't such an individual go back to disordered behavior? Not only is it more immediately appealing and effective, but now they've been through the system and discovered exactly how much it does not help them, and how superficial and stupid the whole thing is.

    If you haven't already guessed, I will now tell you: Patient B is me. And reasons like this are why I take such complete fucking offense to CBT. Honestly, I would estimate that far more people get EDs for reasons that are not primarily culturally-based than who get them because they really just wanted to look skinny and beautiful and somehow they lost control of it. CBT is the most common treatment of our day, and it's totally fucked up, because the sickest people are often the people who need therapy the most, but are often the ones who benefit from CBT the least... because their problems are simply too deep and complex for a course of shallow, idiotic CBT to handle.


    I think I should probably end my rant now. Kudos to you if you actually read all that.

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

  • I'm really tired right now, but a lot of it is my own fault. I can't seem to let go of this stupid b/p train I've been on. I'm terrified that if I stop b/ping, and eat normally, I'm going to gain a lot of weight. This is probably utter foolishness... and I know it's probably easier and healthier to lose weight on a consistent diet... and yet I can't shake the idea. At this very moment, my brain is so warped that it really believes food is the enemy. God. When was the last time I thought like this?? Ridiculous.

    In other news, I had my counseling appointment today. I was pleasantly surprised by the entire thing, actually. I was surprised, first of all, by how easy it was to talk to him... I mean, I didn't spill the entirety of my guts or anything, but I was pretty honest about most things. I was also surprised by some of the things he said. For example, near the end of the session, after I had told him about a lot of the self-destructive bullshit I've done to myself over the years, he said something about how he could see I was truly in pain... and the tone of voice, the sympathy in that voice, was something I hadn't expected at all. I guess I'm so used to being told by psychiatrists, or having it implied, that the self-destructive aspects are really not that big a deal, or that doing them somehow makes me lesser of a person. Of course, today I didn't exactly sit in that room with any bravado. I told him, even, that I felt shame about things like the cutting, because I truly felt that I should have been over it a long time ago, and here it is all starting to come back again. I am not at ALL proud that I've been SIing lately.

    Anyway, after he sort of got an idea of what I had come in about -- which to me was rather confusing, and seemed to flip flip around all over the place, but perhaps he understood it all more rationally and objectively than I -- he asked me if I'd ever done any of the groups. So then he told me about a group for mood management that is ongoing there, and said he thought it might be a good idea for me to try it. (I talked more than once about how my mood never seems to stay the same, I often have trouble deciding if I need help because I "feel fine" for awhile, etc.) The plan we set up is that I will attend the mood management sessions for two weeks, then have a sort of follow-up session to see how things have been going, etc.

    The group itself seems okay, from what I can tell. Apparently it may have as few as 2-3 people in it right now, and it relies a lot on group support, etc. The counselor told me that the essence of it was basically that people go in and talk about things in their life, how they've coped with those things, what has and hasn't worked for them, etc. "Mood management" is a pretty broad term, so it could mean anything from depression to bipolar to reactive borderline-esque mood swings such as I think I experience. According to the summary I read online, I think it can be for either situational reactions or longer-standing patterns of mood. I guess it all depends on the group members, etc.

    In the past I have tended not to be able to open up all that much in group therapies, such as at Homewood, where I remember that I said nothing that seemed of any really large consequence to myself in interpersonal (the main group therapy). Opening up is hard for me in general, and the more people you put in a room the less likely I generally am to spill my guts, because I have a huge fear of rejection, plus in speaking about anything I must also confront my own shame, guilt, etc etc. I have hopes that if the group really IS as small as it's supposed to be, it might be easier to open up within it. On the other hand, I'm also afraid that because the group is small I may get pressured into speaking before I'm ready, or pressured to go in-depth faster than I feel comfortable with. Buuuut it's quite possible that I'm also overthinking this whole thing. I did that same thing with worrying about the fact that my counselor was a psychiatry resident, after all.

    In any case, I hope something helps soon, if anything ever will. With each day that passes I seem to grow more and more apathetic, hating of life and of myself, and anxious about how "fat" I think I am. For now I'm not superbly restricting -- I still recognize that super restriction isn't a good thing to do. But I'm also getting more spells of depression and anxiety, am b/ping a lot more, and am cutting more, so I don't know if the fact that I'm not extremely restrictive yet really means that much. :|

    I hope you've all had a lovely day. :)

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  • Help, I have done it again... I have been here many times before. Hurt myself again today. And the worst part is, there's no one else to blame. Be my friend... hold me, wrap me up, unfold me. I am small; I'm needy. Warm me up and breathe me. // Ouch, I have lost myself again -- lost myself and I am nowhere to be found. Yeah, I think that I might break; I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe. Be my friend... hold me, wrap me up, unfold me. I am small; I'm needy. Warm me up and breathe me.

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