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morbid6dreams

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Aug 01, 2005 21:45

Leave an anonymous comment to this entry about anything you want. Don't put a line in the subject box, and type properly so no one can differentiate comments. Tell me about your sadness, your hapiness, your hatred, your love. Talk about me honestly, because I won't be able to tell who you are. Say something about someone else. Post anything random ( Read more... )

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anonymous August 2 2005, 12:05:08 UTC

You want to hear about honesty? Here's some ( ... )

morbid6dreams August 2 2005, 17:44:49 UTC

That was a huge confession at the end. I can't even begin to imagine what you're feeling. It makes me sad when I look at the pictures my brother took from Africa when he went. The fact that they have nothing at all, and are happy beyond reason. It makes me mad when people complain about the things they can't have. I often find myself doing that, but try not to. I'm glad that you've found Marc, he seems like the kind of perosn you can see yourself marrying. I still like his eyebrows... Thank you for doing this. You're the best.

anonymous August 5 2005, 05:28:01 UTC

I don't even think I can touch the comment you gave me or the one you received above mine ( ... )

anonymous August 5 2005, 20:03:02 UTC

I've never been very good at pouring my heart out, or giving honest opinions on those of whome i love.My sadness? I have none. I've nothing to complain abuout, i am very fortunate and i have friends of whome seem to like me most of the time.sadness?rejection.Bubbles burst. Lies comeing un done. nothing unusual to tell the truth.Not one word of it original.
My happiness? Music to amuse my mind.Friends to amuse my soul. Books to dilude my imagination. Lies to deny the truth.
My hatred?Well thats none of your concern.
Love?love. what is love but mere returned lust? It is supposedly the grandest feeling known to human imagination. What i know of love has not been happy. It's been desolate im my parents case, and unrequited in mine. love.what a bitter subject.
you honestly?I love you dearly.what more is there to say. I don't love your random mood swings. I do love your sence of humor. I don't love your logic half the time. I do love you abilities and talents and intelligence. there. you. in a nut shell.

anonymous August 14 2005, 14:20:16 UTC

I've never been good at writing about myself soo I'm going to start writing about other people and then maybe that will lead back to myself ( ... )