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Nov 27, 2003 22:35

Post (comment on this entry) anything that you want, and post it anonymously. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love- ANYTHING. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.

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anonymous November 28 2003, 00:09:50 UTC

I hate myself. I used to be anorexic, I'm afraid I might be slipping back into it again. I hate myself for many things. Most recent of which was kissing another girl. I broke everything off after that, that being on of the many reasons. I feel like shit for hurting her, I hate myself for it, but I know she doesn't hate my for breaking up with her, or hold it against me, and understands. I'm afraid that I won't do anything with my life, that I'll die cold and alone, with nothing to show for my life, that I haven't made anyone's life better by them knowing me, I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep my promises to those that I love, especially to one person in particular.

anonymous December 1 2003, 12:44:35 UTC

i almost died

The Nautilus Shell anonymous January 3 2004, 21:52:10 UTC

There comes a time in every man's life when he must choose what path to take at the crossroads. One could lead to a happy, stable life, but only to remain unknown, and the other...The other path could lead to a discovery. A lifetime and beyond of fame.

I was facing those crossroads.

A young graduate; a man of science, I was naught but twenty-three when I stared down at the still, palid faces of my mother and father. "Old age" had been the cause of their demise. Old age..at fifty-two.

It was unfair. Unthinkable, I cried to myself as a gnashed teeth when the twin coffins were lowered into the cold, still earth. Cold and still..just like they had been... Unfair that two wonderful lives, so pure as theirs, so just, should be extinguished at such a young age.
Then..that very moment, in the milisecond it takes for the human brain to fire between synapses, I decided. No man, nor woman, nor child should ever cower at the feet of death again. They would have time. Have the youth to finish their lives. To do all that they ( ... )