Comments | kaori_knight: Got this from <strong class="lj-user"><a href="/read/user/the_rocklobster">the

kaori_knight

Got this from the_rocklobster

Apr 03, 2005 16:09

I think this is very interesting. Because of it, I've opened up anonymous posting. LOL... yeah I've also made it public *facepalm* That was my mistake in the beginning. Going to delete the comments made to it already.

Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ( Read more... )

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anonymous April 4 2005, 15:10:16 UTC

I miss talking to you. It feels sometimes like you don't even like me, I wish I could change it. I know I bother you, but sometimes I just don't know what to say, what to do. I've always had feelings for you, but you never returned them. I think I've conquered them sometimes, but then sometimes I reflect and wish that you had returned them.

I miss you though.

anonymous April 4 2005, 18:44:28 UTC

I don't have a clue what I could say that i wouldn't say to you logged in... or that you wouldn't know it was me anyway... but I enjoy commenting.

Did you know the first time I got an email from you in college, I thought JJ was a guy? I don't think I ever told you that.

anonymous April 4 2005, 23:26:41 UTC

I read romance novels because deep down I feel like such a romantic but I cover it up with a cynical attitude towards love.

anonymous April 5 2005, 00:45:09 UTC

Sometimes at night I look at the stars and begin to cry. I've never really understood why.

anonymous April 5 2005, 01:58:53 UTC

I always tell people not to ask me questions. To always leave me alone unless I request their input. But sometimes I wish somebody would come along and ask the right questions, instead of the questions that just waste my time.

Nobody ever asks me what I truly think or feel. They just assume I am one way, and they have no real idea what way that might be. To tell you the truth, neither do I.

I lost my sense of person, who I really am, about five years ago. I give answers and responses to people when I feel like it, but most of the time I am unsure of why I give the answers that I do. Sometimes I want to talk to you again, but another part of me says to leave you alone. It is my fault for never talking to you when I had a chance, and my fragmented sense of self doesn't really allow me to bridge any gap that forms. You are a good person though, and I enjoyed the few talks that we had. Perhaps I will speak to you again sometime, if I see you.