（ NO. ### ） ❝when a friend tries to stab you right in the face ❞

[armata]

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

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[anonymous]

Probably not very anonymous, but I have had such horrible anxiety since starting my new job. Like any time a supervisor speaks to me, I'm afraid I'm going to get fired. Even though it's mostly 'you're doing well' and 'what are you doing on your day off' and 'oh hey, good sale on this here thing'.

I've already told one that if I'm doing something wrong to just stop me and correct me, because I'm afraid of thinking everything is fine and then bam! write-ups and being shoved out the door.

Aside from that, I really like the job and want to stay there for a long time.

[armata]

Its understandable. I think a lot of people go through the same thing starting a new job. Its like they say. "The first day is always the hardest". Or in most cases, "The first week is always the hardest". So don't let it get you down. :)

[anonymous]

When I was little, my father took me to the local amusement park. Back then, I was that 'Dad's my superhero' kid. I won a stuffed animal, and it wasn't anything great. White, not very soft. It had lame looking PJ's and a little sleepcap. I don't even know how, but I became attached to it. Slept with it all the time, it .... was just one of those kid things.

Mom moved, I moved. Teddy bear somehow lost. Years pass by, and still no one can find it. Cue the heartbroken kid. I'm an adult now and I still cry over this damn Teddy bear.

[armata]

I'm sorry that it was lost. It doesn't matter how old you are, its still okay to cry over it. Because it was one of those 'get me through everything' kid things.

[anonymous]

I hate everything about my life right now.

I hate that my "best friend" doesn't give a crap about hurting my feelings and everyone else's that loves her.

I hate that I can't forget him, and still love him enough to cry over a damn song.

I hate that this isn't anonymous, and all it is making out to be is a way to get over the things I don't want to confess out loud.

[armata]

Babygirl, I understand that hurt. I understand that too well. I've had a best friend do that and the only time I ever felt..happier, was when I let her go. When I told her I was sick of her shit and wanted to be free. I went through that with my own boyfriend. But sweety, you have to tell them. It may be hard to confess it out loud, but you have to. Keeping it bottled up will only eat at you until you can't take it anymore. Just also think about this. Even though its hard to confess it, you've at least confessed to yourself. That's one step closer to being able to confess it out loud and get over it.

Just know I'm here if you ever need to talk. :) I don't mind listening to you♥

[anonymous]

About myself? I feel so detached... and misplaced. Everything I do and everything I say is construed differently than the intention, and I end up becoming an obscurity to the world. I am considered... well, otherworldly to a lot of people. Many people fear me.. many think I'm crazy.. not that I ever really cared. I suppose I just don't understand why I'm not understood. I'm extremely reserved and I know so much more than I tell... Sometimes you learn by seeing yourself through other people... after all, what you see in the mirror is the opposite of you isn't it? Are we all misunderstood by ourselves? We're told to accept or respect what we see, especially in ourselves, but we really are the center of our worlds. We're always on the inside looking out, and when we look in, what are we supposed to see? Perhaps I'm babbling? The most simplistic things become so complicated... But then a Gordian Knot isn't difficult to solve. Everything is the same. Simple is difficult. Difficult is simple. Light is dark, dark is light... Love is hate...

[armata]

To me? That does make sense.

T-Thank you. That makes me feel extremely warmed. You don't know what it means to me to hear that, anon.

[anonymous]

..Is this like a dear alice blog? Why not give you something uninteresting to read