Hmm... disabled anonymous posting... Well, it's just as fun if you know who I am.
It says to be honest, but I can't really think of anything that I haven't been honest about lately that isn't totally and boringly emo. And it also implies that the story/secret/confession/fear/love be personal, perhaps. Oh well, if it's fictional, you'll never know.
One day, before the holidays, I was sticking plastic snowflakes on the inside of our house's windowpanes, when my cat started chewing on one and choked to death. We had a funeral outside, and my mother read something from the Trancendentalist Holy Scripture. (Snowflakes because they are appreciative of all winter-related religious holidays.)
So: a fear--I am terrified of being absolutely and completely alone. I have to hear something at all times, be it music, or people talking, or just the sound of me at my keyboard, just so that even if I am by myself, it feels like there are others around to make noise
I am way too hard on myself. I see failure as a weakness and I abhor the idea of not performing up to expectation not because I feel I am letting others down, but because I feel that I have let myself down. I don't like trying to be perfect all the time and I it when others make a big deal when I fail- I feel bad enough about it as it is.
I have been in love precisely twice during my life. The first time, though, it wasn't real. I was in love with the way the person made me feel rather than actually loving the person. The second time was real love.
ok, this story covers all the things listed. I hate constantly doing battle with my emotions. But today couldn't stop me from being that way. My best friend and I were sitting in a park, under a pavillion watching the rain fall, alone. He turns to me and say "_______ it is time for a heart to heart talk." Panic streamed through my blood, "what in god's green earth did i do now?" i thought. I had always loved this boy and i didn't want to lose him or drive him away from me. He must be the only guy in the world to read my mind. "It's not you" he said "It's me, i wanted to tell you, i have a hard time telling people i have kown for a long time but," he paused while I prayed that the next words i had on my mind didn't come out, but they did. "I'm gay". Now i don't give a damn about that, i am still going to love him as much. damn it! why do all the wonderful guys in this world have to have boyfriends!
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It says to be honest, but I can't really think of anything that I haven't been honest about lately that isn't totally and boringly emo. And it also implies that the story/secret/confession/fear/love be personal, perhaps. Oh well, if it's fictional, you'll never know.
One day, before the holidays, I was sticking plastic snowflakes on the inside of our house's windowpanes, when my cat started chewing on one and choked to death. We had a funeral outside, and my mother read something from the Trancendentalist Holy Scripture. (Snowflakes because they are appreciative of all winter-related religious holidays.)
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Ah! Ok, I'll fix that.
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^_^ jk. I miss youuuuuu.
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