FrustrationA Poem by Krista
As I work out my frustration,
by working out, I just want to scream, yell, and what ever else I can think of. I work it out by exercising, I think to myself "why am I always stuck in the middle?" I don't answer myself, because of the fact that I have no f*****g answer to that question. I don't know the answer to my questions, so I take care of it by exercising non stop, wearing myself to down, til I can hardly walk or move
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1 Review Added on January 2, 2012 Last Updated on January 2, 2012 AuthorKristaPAAboutMy name is Krista. I'm 27 years old. I have an eating disorder and am a cutter. I'm also depressed most of the time a very negative out look on life. more..Writing
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