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I doubt anyone is going to actually comment, but here goes:

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

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[anonymous]

Sometimes, I wish my boyfriend hit me. At least then I'd have an excuse for having changed from an independent, self-directed woman to such a cowering, subservient puppy. But no -- not only does he not abuse me, but he's made a very ferocious campaign to help me stop abusing myself. Yet, somehow, I don't listen. This is just how I show love, I guess. And I hate it.

[anonymous]

sometimes when I fight with my boyfriend I feel exactly how my mom does when she is in a fight with me, and I start to realize that the sad honest intention of helping is a worse feeling than the agitation of someone caring too much.

[anonymous]

I feel like I'm disappearing.

[anonymous]

I want to tell other people what to do all the time... how to run their lives, that they should really break up with their boyfriends, that they shouldn't be on their phone at work, or in a public space... and I have to stop myself, but maybe that's really doing them a disfavor, and they'd be better off if I did say something. it's incredibly difficult to find a polite way to interfere in someone else's life.

[anonymous]

I hate hate hate some people, but I'm polite and even friendly with them anyway. I wish there was an option to get out of it, run away, kick their stupid asses, at least take them off my damn friends list, but they would notice, and I don't want to get in trouble. I like it when people are happy.. just not when it has to be at the cost of my own happiness.