Here's your shot

[pullmytrigger]

I want you to post anything that you want. Anything. Post a story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, what you think of me - anything.

Be sure to post anonymously and honestly.

Post twice if you'd like, and then put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.

*Note- to

Comments

[anonymous]

with a bruise the size of a boot heel on his ribs and several small cuts in his neck he left. not knowing where he was going, who his real friends where, or what would happen fate was left in the hands of uncertainty. which was a place far more secure and held far more chance to live than where he had been

[anonymous]

I hate how the only time I can really create something is when I'm so depressed that I can't think straight for the next few days. That's when I get my good work done. Self induced depression. Fucking sickening.

[anonymous]

I want to know what you taste like when you're excited!

[anonymous]

I hate getting so excited about something - so happy and so upbeat about it - especially when no one else knows what the hell I am talking about. But I also get upset when the thing I love is known to all. Like it's exposed and ugly. I just want what I love to remain a continuing secret that I can always go back to, that no one else can corrupt. That nothing else will disturb. Something that will never be taken away from me. It's not possible to fulfill all these wishes, but that's okay. These type of things make you grow.

You people look at me and you can't see how happy I am. I don't fault you, but it kind of makes me sad...I wish that, deep inside, you all are just as happy and just as excited, that life is just as beautiful and amazing and painfully perfect to you and that I just can't see it either. I am so happy. It takes so little. It's so wonderful. This feeling can make you live forever. Well, that's what it feels like, anyway.

a secret

[anonymous]

i see dead people