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)
2007-03-21 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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