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Mar 18, 2006 23:31

In the comments, tell me anything. a secret, a lie, a confession, a memory, a joke, something you hate, something you like, anything. just do it anonymously.

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anonymous March 18 2006, 22:53:53 UTC
I miss that boy.

He's never met you and he loves you more than he ever loved me.

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anonymous March 19 2006, 00:35:28 UTC
Some days I wish I had never been born and other days I am so glad I am alive and can say fuck you world and actually feel happy that I can piss society off by just being me!

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anonymous March 19 2006, 01:45:04 UTC
i am in love and it's beginning to look hopeless.
he's the most beautiful person i've ever met. i'd do anything to make him happy.
i feel like i'm dying a little every time i wish he was with me.

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anonymous March 19 2006, 08:46:07 UTC
I test people I love all the time to see if they love me back, because once I care about them, I think they'll get tired of me and leave. A couple have called me on it, and I almost lose them that way. I'm not friends with people who are like me.

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anonymous March 19 2006, 08:50:36 UTC
The boy who I click with perfectly who I really like and who really likes me back just got a boyfriend and as much as it hurts I'm happy for him because even though it means that I'm not happy, it means that he's happy and that makes me happy because I've learned that my happiness means jack shit these days and I also know that this isn't the first time something like this has happened. It happens far too often. But it's not like what usually happens, which is 1) I get infatuated with someone and b) they don't care about me. It was 1) I became infatuated with him and b) he became infatuated with me. HE ACTUALLY CALLED ME. It was so wonderful. But now he's got a boyfriend. Someone who actually goes to his school. Which, I suppose makes sense. I mean, the guy he's seen for the last few years around school would probably take precedent over the guy who he's been talking to on the phone for a week. And sending pictures to. And... and.... ARG.

I'm such a coward sometimes. But I'll get over it. I always do.

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