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[midnightdiddle]

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. Speak honestly. Post as many times as you like.

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[haruhara.livejournal.com]

For a note, anonymous comments can't make comments in f-locked entries. XDDD

[midnightdiddle.livejournal.com]

lol, thank you. I totally forgot to unf-lock it.

[(Anonymous)]

there's a dream i've been following for so long now that i'm not sure if it's mine or my parents' or my grandparents'; lately i've been realizing it's not me at all and i've been in free-fall ever since. i'm about 200 steps too far off the cliff to go back and walk the long way around, wander and find another bridge, but i'm so scared to keep going as i am, because i don't know that i'll be able to pick myself up when i hit the bottom.

[midnightdiddle.livejournal.com]

D: I wish I knew what to say. I know a few people in that kind of situation, and I always wish I could help more. I wish it was as easy as saying, "follow your own dreams," but it's not. Sometimes, following your dreams is hard, or even impossible. And sometimes, it hurts too much to figure out what your own dreams even are.

Whatever you do, though, and whoever you are, I support you. I hope you find what you want to do. And if you ever hit the bottom, I'll help you get back up. Just ask, and I'll be there to help in any way I can.

Little comfort, but I hope anything helps.

Secrets, Secrets

[(Anonymous)]

Sometimes I feel like I can''t breathe. Like the air around me has somehow been transfigured into crushed hopes and ruined dreams, embarrassing moments and dark regrets. I can't breathe.

And in my ears, on the worst of days, I can hear myself sneer. 'Oh, this is who you are?' I say. 'How pathetic. You could have done better.' It becomes a movie that I can't turn away from. 'What were you thinking?' - 'That wasn't a smart decision.'

They say hindsight is 20-20. I say it's a curse.

The ultimate irony? I can't remember anything else, as if my memory banks were run by the most selfish version of myself that could exist. Anything that didn't revolve around me and my social stumbles (my mental failures, my giant mistakes) is discarded. Birthdays, projects, promises, lies.

I've become a tangled web of misty remembrances and smothered hope. And some days, I just can't breathe.

Re: Secrets, Secrets

[midnightdiddle.livejournal.com]

The past is heavy, and all kinds of miserable. I wish I could help you see everything that's good in your life, because there's always good. It's hard, though, to see that, and it's not as easy as saying, "but that's okay." But no matter what, you're worth all the good things. I mean, that you deserve the good, and more good. And I hope that someday you can see the good instead of the bad.

I hope things get better.

[(Anonymous)]

I want to meet you, but I'm afraid to ask for fear of sounding dorky/ stalkerish/ desperate/ strange. Two of which I am, but still.

[midnightdiddle.livejournal.com]

Oh. Wow. Like, I can't even begin to say how tickled this made me, and how happy. <3~

Whoever you are, I'm all kinds of flustered and flattered, and. Wow. :D

But if you ever want to meet, just ask. You really wouldn't sound dorky, stalkerish, desperate, or strange. When you met me, though, you might think I was dorky, stalkerish, desperate, and strange. <3

[(Anonymous)]

I might do that. But I don't think you're wierd.

You don't live in New Mexico, do you?

[(Anonymous)]

I've failed so thoroughly at finding a job post-graduation that I'm afraid to even try anymore. :/

[midnightdiddle.livejournal.com]

D: I'm sorry. Honestly, I'm terrified of graduating, because I don't know what I'll do about a job. So I feel for you. I hope you find something. <3

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know if I can call it rape. I put myself in a situation where I had no way to say no, but I didn't want to, and it hurt so much. I had bruises on my breasts for three weeks. I will ALWAYS hate myself for it, and sometimes I hate my friends for knowing some of what happened, but not enough to know how scared I was at the time. At the time, I was pretending it was all fine and like I was so cool (I was also way underage. He wasn't.) but I wish someone had... I don't know, done something.

I wouldn't be the person I am now if I hadn't had that 'experience' (I sure as shit know how to say no to anything now) but fuck, I wish that was something I could have not gone through.

[midnightdiddle.livejournal.com]

I have no idea what to say. That's terrible, and. I'm sorry. I'm glad you can say no now, but. I wish you didn't have to go through that. I'm so sorry.

[(Anonymous)]

I just can't stand being alive anymore. And I'm kind of jealous of you.

[midnightdiddle.livejournal.com]

D: I'm sorry. I wish I could help. Is there anyway I could help?

[(Anonymous)]

I'm at a point in life that I should be deciding what I want to do, but I can't because I don't care about everyday life anymore. I feel rare flashes of shallower emotions, like happiness, being upset, jealousy, but the stronger emotions, like love, hate, excitement, aren't there. All of what I say is misinterpreted by friends, and I feel like I should feel sad about it, but I just can't care enough to do so

[(Anonymous)]

There are so many people I want to friend on LJ, and don't, because I'm too self-conscious about how I'd look to them as the days ebb and flow. It's not the initial rejection but the gradual fall-out that I fear.

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[(Anonymous)]

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[(Anonymous)]

you would think that it would be a self-esteem boost really. he shouldn't've been interested, it doesn't make sense, i'm not his type. so i trusted him and i went there and i should have seen it coming but i didn't.

and now i want to hurt, even though it's stupid and wrong and i haven't in years. there's no way to get a guy like that.

maybe i'm just a sympathy whore. oh who am i kidding, of course i am. deep inside i almost wish he'd kept going and forced himself all the way, just for the attention. how sick is that? but the others... they're only serious when they're concerned, when they're being sympathetic. and that kind of caring overrides the shame i guess. i should be grateful i have good friends. and that he stopped when i told him to.

plus the friends that are almost more than friends... what do you do with those? it's awkward and amazing at the same time. cuddling with him during our late-night movie sessions makes my heart swell. but it's probably the physical contact more than anything. we wouldn't work, i know. i could even deal without a relationship as long as i reaped the physical benefits.

why am i so twisted? wasn't i supposed to leave this stupid shit behind in high school?

i just want a hug. meant only for me, from someone i love. maybe that would make all this go away.

i'm pathetic.

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[choseninstinct.livejournal.com]

kinda makes me want to spill my guts.

[(Anonymous)]

I can't figure out why he keeps telling me he loves me and hasn't asked me out yet. I'm so confused! We went on a "date"; does that mean we're "dating" now?!

I thought he hated me, but then he said he loved me like no other...which means he's either a sadistic twisted bastard, or a ninny.

god damn.

Interesting page!

[(Anonymous)]

thats for sure, man