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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear livejournal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is my first entry in this new journal I created around ten minutes ago. I should be asleep right now but one of the cousins wandered off with my pillow and I could not get comfortable no matter how hard I tried.So I have been up all night,contemplating and thinking about how it is possible that I have lost myself as much as I have. I don&apos;t know who I am anymore. Let&apos;s forget that I have depersonalization disorder for a minute- even without that annoying disease, I don&apos;t think I would know who I am. I am trapped inside of this body, I own this face..but it isn&apos;t me. Maybe I spent too much time dreaming over the years. Perhaps all of those years of wishing I was someone else finally caught up with me - to the point where I don&apos;t know who I am(because I want to be one of them).&lt;br /&gt;     Well, I am turning sixteen in three months. That means I will be able to drive..and be two years away from turning eighteen...two and a half years away from leaving this wretched place. Now is one of the best times ever to finally go through with what I have been trying to do for three years. The time flies. It has fluttered away and I realize how much time I have wasted dreaming. Dreaming about being thinner, dreaming about being prettier, dreaming about having all the guys adore me,etc..(the usual fantasies of a pathetic teen female)Now I am mature enough to know that none of those things matter. The only thing that matters is my happiness. The only way I can be happy is if I am healthy. I need to lose atleast 25-30 lb to be healthy. So that is my new goal. To finally end this burden I have been carrying with me for such a long time. The times is now. The time isn&apos;t one week or one day from now. Everything begins today.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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