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My name is Morgan and I'm going to be 18 this year. I live in Portage, PA, a dismal drug town. I'm a vegetarian, animal lover, and an athlete. I play volleyball and run distance in track. Plan on attending community college for my general studies and attending Mount Aloysius to study Criminal Justice/Forensic Accounting and hopefully go into the FBI or CIA.
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  • God damn body! I HATE YOU!
    ...written on 2004-05-12, @ 4:38 p.m.

    (*Warning for you teenage boys and men...this entry is full of female complaint.*)

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    I've since the day I gotten my period had been irregular and it's been about five years. I went to the doctor to get my physical to take my permit test and she asked me if I was regular.(this was months ago) I told her no. I've had my period since I was eleven and I only get it between four to seven months at a time and when I do, they are extremely heavy. She told me that it isn't good that I haven't gotten regular periods yet and that there could be a chance that I had polycystic ovarian disease and now I have to go to the Gynocologist. I wondered though...WHAT THE HELL IS PCOS? I got on the support group and I realized with much mixed joy and horror that I'm not exactly fat on purpose. Here are some of the symptoms I have:

    Irregular or absent periods,
    Weight Problems or obesity that is centered around your mid section
    skin problems including acne and skin tags.

    I took their quiz to see how I fit on the scale of: Get your ass to the Doctor. The Worst is from 15 to 20 and I got a 15.5. There is a high chance that I might not be able to have kids...I said before I don't want any but now I do...and yet I may not be able to have them because my body is fucked up. Well at least I know the reason for not losing any damn weight...but my fears could come true...what if I do have this disease? Will I not be able to have any children? ...Who knows...I'd like to see a little girl in my arms one day.

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