Comments | chronicbitch: we all have things we keep to ourselves.

chronicbitch

we all have things we keep to ourselves.

May 25, 2005 13:30

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 abut 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 ( Read more... )

anonymous

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anonymous August 9 2005, 02:35:55 UTC

I wonder what you would think if you knew my biggest secret.
I wonder what you're thinking about right now as we're fighting.
I wonder if you're hating it as much as I am.
I wonder if you wish I was there with you as much as I wish you were here with me right now.
I wonder what you think of me. I wonder what you think of my family.
I wonder if you know that you drive me absolutely crazy sometimes... (especially right now), but I still love you nonetheless.
I wonder if you know how much it hurt to see that you deleted all your comments.
I wonder if I'm not good enough anymore. I wonder why you won't open up to me. God I wish you would.

anonymous October 12 2005, 23:57:49 UTC

I got arrested for shoplifting. No one would ever guess it. It happened when I was.........14. My "friends" told everyone and I got a lot of looks.

anonymous October 12 2005, 23:59:15 UTC

Also, I masturbate 2-5 times a day, no lie. The most I did in one day was 8-9.

anonymous December 8 2005, 21:56:29 UTC

I saw a little girl in a restaurant last night with a cast on her leg [she had crutches]. She was with her mom and dad. She looked really sad... and something about her looked familiar. And then I watched her interact with her dad. And the way he talked to her, the way he pushed her around, and the way her eyes seemed to be filled with fear everytime he touched her, it sort of reminded me of myself. And I watched the mother. And the mother was afraid of the father. She flinched everytime he touched her - so did the little girl. When they were in line, the father kept grabbing the mother's wrist, as if to control what she put on her plate. And all I could think was "That poor little girl, I know what she goes through everyday." And I wanted so badly to tell her that it was okay, that she would be okay, that everything would one day be okay. But I couldn't...I mean, I'd look retarded. I couldn't tell you that in person without crying, so I'm writing it here. It's stupid, I know. I guess maybe that's why I was quiet so much ( ... )

anonymous February 27 2006, 02:16:41 UTC

Does anyone really like to hear the honest truth about themselves though? The good and the bad?
I hate it when people I don't particularly care for or don't really know that well point out something bad about me. Bad isn't the right word, but I know you know what I mean.
If it comes from someone close to me, then I don't mind quite as much. I guess I don't usually get angry with a close friend because I know that the person is probably right, and he/she isn't saying it to be malicious, ya know? No, I don't really like to hear it. But it's easier to take when it comes from someone you care about.
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