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[debsper]

I officially don't sleep anymore. Not even on weekends. I'm livejournaling at like a quarter after 8 in the morning because frankly, this is the only time I have.

It's kind of nice though. I don't have time to be upset or angry or cranky or stressed out or lonely etc.

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[anonymous]

It’s late, but I it is a great reward for a hard night’s work to demonstrate my admiration here. I’m glad that it makes you happy to have someone that marvels at you so. Hopefully you understand why it is that I keep myself anonymous…it’s not because I do not want to talk to you or get to know you, but more out of the knowledge that rumors travel fast. I have had them bite me in the ass before and I am not looking to have that happen again. That being said, it would be great to be able to keep some correspondence going through email as our little secret. To have a forum by which I can reveal to you my admiration without this veil would be wonderful, I just need to be able to trust that it will remain a secret. Trust issues, perhaps?
You don’t really know me. I just know you the slightest bit from class last year, and that you spoke well without wasting the class’s time with wordy bullshit. Combine that with your beauty, sexuality, and radiance, and how could I have a chance? Of course I think about you often, get butterflies when I see you, and cling on to this school-boy’s crush. It’s one of those beautiful things, where you recognize someone as being amazing and all you want to do is tell them…let them know that they are incredible and that they deserve to have that shouted from the rooftops. Being that I have to remain in anonymity because of my other half, I could only shout it in a slightly creepy, anonymous internet thread kind of way. Even in such a pathetic forum, the ardor is still all there.
It is time for sleep. I hope this note finds you well and that someday we can break this anonymous dynamic.
Just post a reply here when you’re good and ready…I’ll check back.

[debsper]

E-mail me. I might say something to a trusted friend, but beyond that, I respect your desire not to let anything get around. Please just tell me who you are...if you really were in a class with me first semester of last year, I probably remember you. I'm good at that sort of thing.

Right now, though, I'm pretty convinced that this is some sort of prank.