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[no_hopes]

Stole this from wickedwiccan88 hooray!Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. I.P. logging has been turned off for this post. 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

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[anonymous]

I'm a wee bit troubled.
But seriously? I've attempted suicide once, been cutting for almost a year now, hate myself (what a lovely mess of cliche's I am), and would love to go Jack-happy on 97% of the population. I don't think that I'm good enough for any of the people who I care about. I unintentionally hurt those whom I love. I'm so insecure that I'm about to fall apart any second. I sound like a loser emo teenager, but I'm not. I can't ever please anyone. Everything that I touch breaks, figuratively. I'm one sick little fucker, and I should probably just take the initiative and put a gun to my head already.

[anonymous]

Don't, I love you.

[anonymous]

I masquerade each and every day. Inside, I'm nothing but fear and hatred. If you put a knife in my hand, I will use it. I'm just hollow with a few shards of something once called a heart, and I don't even know if I ever had a soul. Everyone that I care about, I turn away from me, one way or another. I really don't remember true happiness. I am so un-anonymous that it's obscene.

[anonymous]

Agreed. It sickens me to see what I've become.

[anonymous]

Like the majority of your friends list, I too am a pile of teenage clichés. An insecure mess of both physical and mental scars, I really don't know what to do to put my life back together. I'd rant and rave about how no one understands me, but in reality they probably do. I'm not so selfish to think that I'm the only one in this world who is alone and in pain. But that doesn't make it any easier though.

[anonymous]

[Damn. Everyone has said exactly what I was going to say. Gah.]
I can't stand the person I'm becoming. I'm falling into a sterotype, and soon I'll be nothing more than a statistic. If so many people are just like me, how can we say that everyone is unique? And if so many people understand, how come no one can really help? And how can the people that supposedly care about me most be so blind?
All these questions that will never be answered. I'm so sick of all of this. I just don't want to go on. I wish it would just all END already.

[anonymous]

agreed x120948231094821098412903482

[anonymous]

Everyone says they know how I feel. Oh, but they have no idea..