Liz ([info]bdavis90) wrote,
@ 2007-03-20 22:07:00
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Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. Tell me about your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. Tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you continue to come back here. Tell me anything. Tell me what you really think of me or yourself. Anything.

Post anonymously [by selecting the anonymous box]. Speak honestly, because there isn't any censure here. Post as many times as you like. One faceless wonder to another. You don't have to be on my friends list. You can just be stopping through. It doesn't matter.

And then, pass it on.

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(Anonymous)
2007-03-20 10:08 pm UTC (link)
i wish that when you looked in the mirror, you saw the same smart, beautiful, funny and talented girl the rest of us see.

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(Anonymous)
2007-03-21 01:14 pm UTC (link)
what she/he said.

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(Anonymous)
2007-03-20 10:22 pm UTC (link)
I wish my parents would stop talking to me like I am only attracted one gender... I don't care if I do only like one gender. I'm not sure. It's confusing. It's like a constant nagging... If I have children, I'm using 'them', not 'him' or 'her' to describe their possible relationships.

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(Anonymous)
2007-03-20 10:33 pm UTC (link)
I wish guys saw me the way they saw my best friend.
She's the 'beautiful' one.
And I'm just her friend.
I don't like how this works.

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(Anonymous)
2007-03-20 10:50 pm UTC (link)
Oh I can completely relate to this. My friends are the beautiful ones. I'm not.

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(Anonymous)
2007-03-21 01:38 am UTC (link)
Same here.
I'm sick of being the "less pretty" one.
I want to be beautiful like my friends.

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(Anonymous)
2007-03-20 10:55 pm UTC (link)
Sometimes,I love you more than I love myself & I hate that you can't see it.
Other times,I hate you.
I guess you could call it a love/hate relationship.
Hey,everything needs diversity.

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(Anonymous)
2007-03-21 09:46 am UTC (link)
Alright, sometimes I wish that the night I was almost killed happened. That the dark car, the man, men, in the dark car did actually catch me, throw into the back of their car, rape, me, torture me, stab me in unnamable places then leave me in some gutter to either bleed to death or get raped again by some homeless guy and then die of shock. Because that night, that night in the dark, waiting to be picked up, that's when i officially left the world. No one came to my rescue, no one came to aid me, no one came to pick up me, from dancing and from the floor as I sobbed into the mud beneath me. That's when I realized that I should've stopped running because I'll be running for the rest of my life. Running from myself.

But then, now, sometimes in the future, the times I haven't thought about yet, I wish that every bad thing that happened to me would just replay in my mind, so I can realize how strong I've become, if I've become strong..

So yes, sometimes I wished I had died, a very miserable death because I know I'm not worth breathing the air that's meant for people who deserve to be living within it, but then other times, I'm thankful for that, because at least I know I can recycle precious air into a body that isn't...

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(Anonymous)
2007-03-21 07:51 pm UTC (link)
I don't like being ignored.
And when I do get attention, it's either not enough, or I don't want it.


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(Anonymous)
2007-03-21 08:06 pm UTC (link)
I used to cut myself because i felt no-one was there for me. every cut hurt like hell but i continued to do it purely to torture myself. i believe and maybe i still believe pain was something i deserved.

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(Anonymous)
2007-03-22 02:20 pm UTC (link)
I'm always scared.

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(Anonymous)
2007-03-24 07:56 pm UTC (link)
Leading a life I hate, being a person I hate, it's so exhausting.

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(Anonymous)
2007-11-27 04:54 pm UTC (link)
I'm so annoyed she didn't tell me but I understand why. It's because she knew I would laugh at her because she has become everything we used to mock together. But then what purpose do I serve if she feels she can't even tell me anything because I'll judge her or whatever. She is decent enough to realise that getting a boyfriend doesn't mean she has to cut off all her friends but I feel like I'm talking to a different person now and it's not just him. I feel like the 'token' best friend she arrives with and leaves with but have nothing to do with in the middle of the event. I go to these things because she asks me to and then I just end up sitting by myself all night trying not to look pissed off.

The little things are really starting to build up now and I find myself not wanting to see her or talk to her at all. Perhaps it's ungrateful because she's making the effort. Twelve years is a long time to be friends at our age and I'm sick of always being overshadowed and related to her. I want to be a separate person. That's why I have to move away. When she says how much she'll miss me now I honestly can't believe her. I don't understand why she even bothers. At least she realised things weren't the same anymore but she thinks it's for different reasons. I can't wait to leave.

Oh, and btw; I wish she wouldn't assume I was away from our mutual sport for all those weeks because I was jealous/avoiding you and your boyfriend. My Uncle died and now my parents are getting a divorce so I have no home. I'd tell her if she asked.

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