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anonymous April 7 2004, 11:59:54 UTC
-story: i went to a party...got drunk and ate plastic popcorn.

-secret: i was the inheritor of 4.5 million dollars in 8th grade but cant touch it till im 18

-confession: i say i do drugs and people all think i do but i dont and ive never tried nething but beer and liquor

-fear: not being able to control what i say or do

-love: to eat when im bored

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i_stay_wrecked April 7 2004, 15:26:25 UTC
- i hate doing stupid things when i'm drunk.
- youre one rich kid!
-let people think what they want, i think it's better not doing drugs.
-i have a hard time controling what i say and do and usually kick myself in the ass for it later.
-i love food in general!

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00erin00 April 7 2004, 14:19:49 UTC
i kno this has nothing to do wit ur
entry whatsoever but i was wondering
if u could help me wit something on
livejournal.. IM me later or something
thanks a bunch <33

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anonymous April 7 2004, 14:34:18 UTC
im afraid that one day everyone will realize that everything that i am is a lie..that im really a totally different person who is hiding inside myself..i dont ever want anyone to know who i am..

im completely in love with a kid who has a girlfriend..and both of them are my friends..and i dream about him naked..but thats not saying much..cus im pretty much completely in love with everyone and dream about everyone naked..so whatever..

i think that you are a fantastic person who tries to sabotage everything because you dont think you deserve it..for some reason you dont think youre good enough for happiness..ive seen you ruin things that you cherish because youre afraid that they will get ruined..sort of like a pre-emptive defense mechanism...

and if you dont know who this is...SHAME!!!

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i_stay_wrecked April 7 2004, 15:28:56 UTC
i know who this is. and i love you, so much, and i know it may not be any help but i am always here for you, because you have always been there for me. i don't care who you are on the inside because some of the things you've showed me lets me know youre one of the greatest people ever.

ps- you gave it away when your horny ass said you think about everyone naked. i love you.

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anonymous April 7 2004, 15:08:04 UTC
i used to not like you. i actually hated you. then i was like um why hate her when you barley know her, i used to think you were fake and all, but now i see your actually pretty okay.

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i_stay_wrecked April 7 2004, 15:31:36 UTC
a lot of people don't like me when they see me. people say i come off as a bitch. but i'm really not. i have too many insecurities to make fun of other people for thiers. but, i'm glad to see that your outlook has somewhat changed, and hey maybe we're even friends now?? and if we're not, i would like to be!

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i dont really know you, but what the hey. anonymous April 7 2004, 17:14:50 UTC
story: My cousin hit me with a plastic-little kid golf club when i was 5, so i turned around and punched him in the jaw.

secret: I am actually superman in disguise.

confession: I stole the Lindenburg baby...sorry.

fear: i might never taste brown sugar...and no i dont mean the actual food.

Love: My boogers, and everything about them. The flavor, the texture, the thrill i get when eating them...siighhh. There is nothing better than a fresh booger.

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Re: i dont really know you, but what the hey. i_stay_wrecked April 7 2004, 21:06:01 UTC
-punching people in the jaw is cool.
-spiderman is better!
-lindenburg baby?
-HAHAH brown sugar i get it!
-boogies = the best thing ever

you=cool.

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Re: i dont really know you, but what the hey. anonymous April 8 2004, 07:15:00 UTC
charles lindberg, the guy who flew across the atlantic by himself. His baby was "kidnapped" nobody knows what happened to the kid.

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Re: i dont really know you, but what the hey. anonymous April 8 2004, 07:20:40 UTC
silly me, they do know what happened.

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