we all have things we keep to ourselves.
Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. say anything. tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. tell me abut your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you continue to
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You're like...the older sister I wish I had. Sort of like a role model. In my eyes, there's nothing wrong with you. You're the best friend anyone could ever hope to have, and I consider myself extremely lucky to know you.
I have a story. And, I'm somewhat afraid to tell it. And I'd like more than anything to share it with you...I'm just not sure what to say, or where to begin.
What do I love. I love my friends, the few that I have (especially you...) I love horses. I love the beach at night, and waking up early in the summer.
I hate fighting. And disagreements. And fucking things up, which is what I do best. I hate having secrets. I hate her. I hate him.
I have no sympathy for people who bring about their own problems. I have no sympathy for ignorant people...even though I consider myself to be just as ignorant as the next person.
My father used to be my joy. Now I hate him almost as much as I hate my mom. My joy is going places with you guys, and forgetting about home.
When I'm reading my friends page...all I can think about is how lucky I am to know those people. Every single person on my friends page has a unique quality about them that I love. I'm jealous of all of them.
Why do I continue to come back here? Well, if "here" is your journal, it's because I love you! Duh ;]. If "here" is LiveJournal...it's because I'm interested in other people's lives, and their thoughts and feelings.
Sorry for the long comment...I just had a lot of thoughts I guess.
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