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Posted at 3:48 AM by Min
Friday, November 30, 2012

Today I had an interesting time heading out to a migrant school and handing out bags filled with winter goodies for charity. I had a brief moment in which I compared the migrants kids to the kids in my school that are the same age – and holy shit are the kids in my school bitchy and pampered. 

These bags made the migrant kids' days, and yet some of the kids in my school have actually refused to take a bag and fill it as they could "spend the money" on themselves. If this is what the people meant by the end of the world, I truly believe that.

On another note, I had my first successful binge/purge session today. I was always scared of bingeing because of the possibility that it wouldn't come up – it had happened a couple times before and I wasn't ready have that happen to me again. But hey, guess I got lucky (harharhar).

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