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[onomatopoem]

use this space to vent.

tell me about your perfect shitty life
and something you've never told anyone.
the great sex you're having
or how much you'd like to be with someone right now.
recite lyrics to beautiful songs. show me pictures. share a joke.
write anything, be anonymous.

tell me who you really are:
I promise to read every word.

Comments

[anonymous]

My dad does pay any attention to me ever. He's always sleeping or downstairs watching tv. My mom is always at work or with her lover...it pisses me off. They never have time for me. The only person in my life I feel is worth living for is my stepmom. But then again, she isn't really my stepmom...she's just "sort of" my dad's girlfriend. But she lives with us. I don't know, but she is the nicest person I know and I would do anything for her. One of those angels on earth, you know

[onomatopoem]

i can't see the image, and that's making me v. sad. i've heard that joke before, but from more than one person, so your anonymity is preserved :]

parent problems are very, very hard. i know from experience, i'm not relating to you blindly. you can talk to me at any hour on any day.

love you, mean it.
-a.

[anonymous]

nice. the picture is awesome, i will show it to you someday.

[onomatopoem]

i saw it. i'm a moh-ron.

thanks<3

[anonymous]

My friends are starting to annoy the crap out of me. This one girl in particular, who just sort of "glommed" onto my two best friends, and at first it was like fine because she's funny, but I was the only one who had known her previously, and she got on my nerves really quickly because she's mean. I mean, I tease people, and OF COURSE I am sarcastic, but when I make jokes I do them to laugh along with people, not to laugh at their expense like she does. One of my friends has just started seeing this, and we roll our eyes at each other sometimes when this girl is just too much and gets caught up in obsessing about really dumb things (Narnia, LOTR, High School Musical... all are actually fine. but you don't need to talk about them 24/7) like they're the best thing in the world with our other best friend

[onomatopoem]

i

love

liz
and non-anonymity. well actually, i love anonymity, because it is a conundrum and my brain loves to chew on conundrums.

love you, mean it.
-a.

[anonymous]

So, yeah

[onomatopoem]

many people have many assumptions of me, too. most people hate me before they know me. hardcore HATE me. i don't have one friend that didn't dislike me before they knew me, i'm dead serious. i can completely connect with your insomnia-ish, and i drink a (should-be) illegal amount of coffee, too. i'm being tested for ADD sometime very soon.

i.e., we're twins, mr. or ms. anonymous :]

love you, mean it.
-a.

[anonymous]

i'm afraid of confrontation and being singled out.
i hate being always sick and not being able to say everything.
i dislike how my friends think i'm stuck up because i'm shy.
i hate how i'm easily angered and such a perfectionist.
especially with my music.
sometimes i wish i had better self-esteem or that i wasn't boy crazy.
i pretty much gave myself away to someone who dropped me faster than you can say "slut."
i don't really have any regrets about that, but i feel like i should, you know?
but life's for learning.

[onomatopoem]

i'm deathly afraid of controntation
i hate when i say everything, because i feel raw and vulnerable and very naked
i dislike how people think i act like i'm above them
i used to love how i've dropped my perfectionism, but i resent it now because i've cut everything important from me.
i adore music, and i really hash everything out when i sing. you can hear what i'm thinking.
i wish i was confident. most people think i am; i'm just a damned good pretender.
i used to wish people called me "slut." i appall myself.
i wish i had no regrets.
life's for living. i'm here for a bandaid, a hug, or a cup of coffee. any day.

love you, mean it.
-a.

[anonymous]

i don't think many people notice me. i haven't decided if i think that's a good or bad thing. i guess i want attention, but i'm afraid to speak up because i'm so scared of getting it in all the wrong ways.
i hate group hangouts with people i'm not 100 percent familiar with.
sometimes i think i like my boy only because he makes me feel like i mean something.
i can be an interesting person online, but only because it gives me time to think. in person, my reflexes are like hell.
i can't handle an overload, like now. i want to overachive but i just can't. i don't know why i even want to.
i don't think i'm going to like my future.

[onomatopoem]

not being noticed is hard, as are conflicting feelings. i really respect a lot of the things you say, and i can understand where you're coming from.

overachieving and underachieving is so hard to balance. hit either extreme and all glamour is lost.

the future is eons and eons and minutes and months away.
live for right now. love for right now.

love you, mean it.
-a.