Let me exercise my dusty old understanding-others muscles.

[gymnopediste]

Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. 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 to come back

Comments

[anonymous]

I've had a really difficult time lately. I feel like I complain a lot in my LJ, but I haven't talked about any of the things that are really bothering me. I think I cover up the real stuff with complaints that don't matter.

I don't want anyone to know that I'm really struggling.

[gymnopediste]

I'm sorry to hear that you're going through a tough time *hugs*
I know it's hard to talk/write about the things that really weigh on our minds and it's easier to just talk about the small things...but why don't you want anyone to know that you're struggling? do you think others will judge you?
I'm one of those people who likes to keep things that really bother me to myself...but I think that sometimes it's really helpful if you can just write down what's bothering you or tell someone. Even if it's just as an anonymous comment. It might not make things better, but it might as well...i'm sure there's someone who will gladly listen and even if they can't help you directly, it's good to have someone to hear you out and possibly give you advice or at least offer their take on the thing.

i do hope you can somehow get through this ♥ and if you want, i'll always listen, okay.

[anonymous]

whenever I see the possibility to comment on entries like this one, I feel sort of relieved. I always get this weird feeling of shame when I post something too personal, not-fangirlish. I don't think anyone's really interested and I just feel as if I were such a lame-duck. And sometimes I'm just too proud to admit that yes, me too, I get really depressed and I am not as strong and indifferent as I seem to be.

And my secret, one of my greatest pains, if not the greatest one, is that I can't get over the fact my childhood is already faaar behind me. As if I believed that it's just a stupid game and one day I'll be back to my kindergarten times and everything'll be fine. It hurts me to know growing up is unevitable and each symptome of my mates becoming more mature (in a wrong way) breaks my heart into pieces. And whenever it occurrs I get so depressed I can hardly get out of it each time it happens :(

I really don't want to grow up :(

[gymnopediste]

I get really depressed and I am not as strong and indifferent as I seem to be.
oh i know about that =_=

it's kind of hard, isn't it...when you write a lot about fangirling and these not-so-serious things..sometimes it feels like if you post mostly about fandoms and things...like that's what your flist expects you to "deliver" and it's hard to step out of that box :-/ but it's still your journal and you can post about whatever you want..and if you're feeling fangirly, you'll post about fandoms and when you're feeling down, you have every right to post a personal entry

[czarny]

Nah.

[gymnopediste]

[captivantes]

sometimes i think i have way too little patience for my own good, especially when friendships are concerned. i'd like to believe that i'm not all that impatient about it, because i really value friends... but i'm just really sick of the victim act that some people seem to be so intent on portraying at all times. maybe i'm just sick of negativity in general, but i can't help but feel a little bit down because it's a new year, and shit is already happening! like, why? idgi. trying not to let it bother me, but just, wow. had to get this off my chest somewhere. ♥