I am fat and ugly, and can not even get aroung because of my pain. I have no friends, and I sit in my apt. day after day doing nothing. I don't like living by myself anymore, but I have no body to go live with. My family won't even take me. I am so depressed. I just hope I can pull out of this, before I get to the point I was at the last time I lived on my own. I got so bad, I OD'd on over 300 pills. Knowing my history, you think my family would help me. I guess that they don't love me anymore eigghter. I have therapy at 9:45 AM. I tried to cancel, but I can't get a hold of her. I guess, I will just sit and stare, cause I aint got nothing to say.
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