Oh dear...

Feb 08, 2004 02:06

Indeed, it's time to try this thingy again. You know the drill ( Read more... )

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useless thoughts anonymous September 5 2004, 00:43:00 UTC
Maybe this confession will help me, either make peace with my feelings and their futility, or just be able to vent and say what I cannot say without consequences to the person I wish I could tell. I've been head-over-heels for one person for years, but she's always been out of reach...she's gone from one love to one love, in my opinion, mistake after mistake. Almost for complete lack of caring, I dated too. Once, I fell in love, but it was very destructive, not real love. She's always been this beautiful and wonderful person, so far above me I felt it would be a crime to touch her, because i might dirty her. Over the years, I've gotten more comfortable with her. I confide in her, laugh with her, and love just listening to her. Though I've seen her possibly at her worst (which is still incredible to me) and she has seen me in the same, she is still just as magical, even in her humanity, as before. I smile when I hear her name, or anything that reminds me of her. My stomach lifts and twists when I find she's coming, or see her ( ... )

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anonymous November 9 2004, 12:29:30 UTC
When I was really little I used to kick my cat for no reason...I never ever wanted to hurt him, but I just had alot of anger for some reason and didn't understand what I was doing was wrong...but I still cry about it because I feel really bad that I did that and even though the abuse didn't last long, I wish he had had a better life in that time period. And I was violent with my sister back then too. I just wish I knew why :( :( :(

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anonymous March 31 2007, 02:33:19 UTC
I have secrets that nobody can ever know. I have had things happen to me that nobody would understand or, possibly, believe. I am afraid of everything: life, love, company, loneliness, emptiness, hate, death, and even of obtaining those things which I think I want. I have been closed up for years under the guise of someone who openly discusses problems. Everything I touch withers and dies and abandons. I am not a person fit to be around anyone, but I am so scared of being alone because I am more afraid of myself than anyone else. I have the means to fix my problems, but am too afraid even then to use it.

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