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		<title>Diary Entries for AstronomieDomine</title>
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			<title>10413</title>
			<link>http://www.mdjunction.com/diary/sentimental-grime/10413</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Its been a long time md.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve gained 40 putrid lbs since the therapy and medication (and lets face it, relapsing into substance control issues).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To say that Ive hated myself more for each lb would be kind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Im going back to her, to my ana.&amp;nbsp; Open armed and grinning although it will be hard at first.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;m excited to feel her again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thin is the only thing that makes me happy.&amp;nbsp; How can that possibly be wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>AstronomieDomine</author>
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			<title>1.08.2011</title>
			<link>http://www.mdjunction.com/diary/sentimental-grime/1082011</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;A new year, a new life.&amp;nbsp; Moments that used to be used obsessing over food and battling my own mind are now spent obsessing over food under the guidance of my therapist, a saint of&amp;nbsp;patiencewho keeps trying to steer me towards the end of the darkness when I just want to stay where I am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want it to be over.&amp;nbsp; I want it to kill me.&amp;nbsp; I want to lie down in my coffin and know that there is space enough for me and my ED to be buried down together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#39;t  [...]</description>
			<author>AstronomieDomine</author>
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			<title>Please please please</title>
			<link>http://www.mdjunction.com/diary/sentimental-grime/please-please-please</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;When all of this started, I felt like the ED gave me so much.&amp;nbsp; I felt so powerful and so in control.&amp;nbsp; I felt strong and I felt beautiful. I didn&amp;#39;t have to think about any of my problems.&amp;nbsp; All I had to take care of was my ED, and she would take care of everything else.&amp;nbsp; When I achieved physical perfection, everything else would just fall into place.&amp;nbsp; That was our deal, an unspoken&amp;nbsp;contract between us girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But she started asking for more.&amp;nbsp; And when [...]</description>
			<author>AstronomieDomine</author>
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			<title>4910</title>
			<link>http://www.mdjunction.com/diary/sentimental-grime/4910</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Here we are, a few key strokes and the click of a mouse button away from the first time declaration, the unvieling of what has become my greatest vice and all consuming element of my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet, I hesitate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a part of me that loves it.&amp;nbsp; The hunt for the perfect product to gourge myself on, carrying it up to the register, the sick twinge of&amp;nbsp;gratification when I set it down and the cashiers eyes move from&amp;nbsp;the food&amp;nbsp;to me.&amp;nbsp; If they&amp;#39;re a male, [...]</description>
			<author>AstronomieDomine</author>
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