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the thoughts and whims of a little girl whose only wish was to shrink
About Me
- Margaret.
- I'm seventeen, and trying hard but never hard enough to become absolutely nothing.
CURRENT STATS.
- height: 5' 2.5"
- HW: 120lbs.
- LW: ~88lbs.
- SW:109
- CW: 102lbs.
- GW1: 107lbs. [ x ]
- GW2: 105lbs. [ x ]
- GW3: 103lbs. [ x ]
- GW4: 99lbs. [ ]
- UGW: 95lbs. [ ]
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2010
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January
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- Oh, Icy.
- Snow
- Something I Can't Seem to Understand
- So I Officially Hate Men
- Trying Something New
- Starting to Improve.
- Sinking
- You Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine.
- Coming to Terms
- Quote Unquote
- The Loss of Another Friend.
- Good Day.
- FUCKKKKK
- Worse.
- Better.
- Hrmph.
- Thing to do Alone.
- So Far
- To Do.
- Everything Is Turning into Shit
- Le Fardeau.
- I Hate Goodbyes and Hospitals.
- That Was Embarrassing.
- 2010.
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January
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Oh, Margie. I know words don't mean shit at a time like this. But I don't want to sit here with a "blank face." Because if I were sitting in a room with you, please know I would not hesitate to hug you or sit quietly or listen or whatever it was that you needed or wanted. Or just leave you alone, too, if that's what you need. But I am just so sorry. There's just no comprehending this. God, it is just so SAD.
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