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[hushchild]

I think I did this once awhile ago, but no one commented.
So make this time a little bit more intereresting, eh kids?

Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously.
A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love; anything.
Make sure to post anonymously and honestly.
Post as many times as you'd like.

PS/EDIT;

Comments

[anonymous]

Wow after reading many of these, I thought to myself how sad because I'm sure that each and every person who hates themselves are truly special maybe even special to me and I just want to say that God loves you all and even if you don't love yourself... someone else does.

[anonymous]

You really should eat.

[hushchild]

I do, silly.

[anonymous]

I'm very sensitive to what people are thinking, but even when I know what's going on in someones head, I find it hard to actually care. I act like I do, because I know I should, but I get so bombarded with peoples problems, I've been desensitized to it. So...I guess that it just makes me more of the person you should talk to, because nothing you say can suprise me all that much.

[hushchild]

I'm that way a lot too. But I think for me it comes more from the inability to do anything to make their life better than being desensitized.

[anonymous]

So this one time I was at a zoo and I was walking through the bat exhibit. It was dark. I kneeled behind this trash can and I lured a small kid behind the trash can with me. Then I proceeded to put my hand over the child's mouth so he couldn't scream and then repeatidly stab him. Then I quickly walked away as a crowd gathered. Then someone yelled "Is there a doctor here." Lying I said I was a doctor and I went and looked at the kid. I told everyone to back away so that I could put my hand over the child's mouth suffocating him, making sure he died without everyone noticing. Once I told everyone he had died I casually walked away.

[hushchild]

And then you got attacked by an ebola-infected hybrid of monkey and rat, and turned into a zombie.

An hour + later, there is a fantastic ten minute lawnmower scene.

[anonymous]

Then my buddy Frank the bunny and I hoped in a Delorean with a flux compacitor and went back in time and started this thing called Fight Club. We beat the shit out of each other but then Frank lost his short term memory. He had to tattoo everything he wanted to remember on him. So we hop back in the Delorean and went to find the Holy Grail, but we got stuck in the Castle Anthrax. Frank fell into temptation and is probably still in that castle. Me on the other hand came back to the present and boned Paris Hilton then ate her dreams. Now all I do is sit in my basement with my best buddy Garth and video tape our totally righteous public access television show. It's pretty rad.

[anonymous]

I threw up today. I do nearly everyday, sometimes more than once. I'll even plan what I eat because some things are easier to throw up. Sometimes the urge to binge and purge is uncontrollable. I don't know why I do it, it makes me feel strong and weak. I have never admitted it to anyone, even myself.