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My Escape
.....with nylon on my wrist.
Created on 2004-07-26 18:07:49 (#3957783), never updated
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Basic Info| Name: | myartisticphoto |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 11-12 |
| Location: | Atlanta, Georgia, United States |
BioDear Friend,
My name is Eric and I a very confused and straight forward person. For about the past few years I have been a hard core bulimic, and have been trying to quit ever since I started. Confusion and stress are the two basic elements that my life revolves around. Whether it be forgetting to take my flouxetine pills in the morning, regretting a stupid crush on the certain straight boy, or in desperate need of a child at the age of 16, I am always thinking. I am either thinking of ways I could be skinnier than the 120 pounds I already have to lug around, or whether or not anybody absolutely needs me around. I practically only have 3 major friends that greatly influence my life (you know who you are) down in Georgia and only get to see my newlywed older brother, Seth, about twice a year. I am torn whether or not I want to bite the bullet and stay down in Georgia with my mom, the one person who has stood by me my whole life, and live life knowing I will not be happy, or move up to Minnesota with my dad, a recovering alcoholic and cause of the divorce, to leave behind my mom and start over on a new foot. The only escape I have in this world is art. Art is my life. This is my story, my life, my escape.
Love, Eric.
My name is Eric and I a very confused and straight forward person. For about the past few years I have been a hard core bulimic, and have been trying to quit ever since I started. Confusion and stress are the two basic elements that my life revolves around. Whether it be forgetting to take my flouxetine pills in the morning, regretting a stupid crush on the certain straight boy, or in desperate need of a child at the age of 16, I am always thinking. I am either thinking of ways I could be skinnier than the 120 pounds I already have to lug around, or whether or not anybody absolutely needs me around. I practically only have 3 major friends that greatly influence my life (you know who you are) down in Georgia and only get to see my newlywed older brother, Seth, about twice a year. I am torn whether or not I want to bite the bullet and stay down in Georgia with my mom, the one person who has stood by me my whole life, and live life knowing I will not be happy, or move up to Minnesota with my dad, a recovering alcoholic and cause of the divorce, to leave behind my mom and start over on a new foot. The only escape I have in this world is art. Art is my life. This is my story, my life, my escape.
Love, Eric.
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afi, anything japanese, anything mod, anything vintage, armor for sleep, belle and sebastion, black eyed peas, boys more than girls, brand new, chuck taylors, coldplay, copeland, fashion, girl pants, girls more than boys, hot hot heat, magazines., maroon 5, mars volta, modest mouse, norma jean, pedro the lion, phantom planet, photography, pineapple, pretty girls make graves, reading and writing, rilo kiley, rooney, something corporate, starches, sundried tomatoes, techno, the flaming lips, the sounds
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