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[aenohe]

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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[muus]

came by your journal from /bathroomtile. Read one of your posts, and wanted to say that I feel the same way.

sorry for being random, just had to tell you

[aenohe]

That's okay; thank you.
:)

[anonymous]

I was just notified that you added me. I haven't posted in months, but this still made me so happy, beyond what's rational. I'm going to start writing again.

[aenohe]

I am very, very glad. :)

[anonymous]

the noise in my head is overpowering, and all i can think of is breaking off, shattering everything, and leaving for the dark, to measure legths against the arid ground.

how much longer.
i thought i would not ask this one again, but here it is, festering, in the halls of my mind. taking over.
how much longer?

i did not ask to be put on this earth. i did not choose to do this. if i have, at least i may have known that this is worth it. as i it is - i can't be sure.

as we were drawing the skull of a poor dead woman, now reduced to an anonymous model on a drawing podium, the naked cranium reflecting lifeless fluorescence, the class bent solemnly (or less so) each over their sketches, pencils leaving their trajectories over the unresisting white, i envied her. the dead. the sleeping.
i wished we had changed places, her and me.