I stole this from someone scary. Haha.

[longwindedsong]

ATTENTION ALL!!!

post anything that you want and post it anonymously. anything. a story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love... anything. be sure to post anonymously and honestly. post twice if you'd like. then, put this in your livejournal to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your livejournal) have to

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[anonymous]

If you post anything you want here, then you're really just cheating yourself. And you know that. Riots on the streets... fire in the air.. blank checks waving in your face..

But what, what is it? Is it just? Are you going to take the money before it gets cold? Of course you will. You're greedy. You always spend all of your money, and everyone elses', too. You're the comman man.

Woh... did I just spell common wrong? Yikes! Bust out the buses and mental hosephipers! This man cannot spell a simple word!

Yet... now that I think of it... simple rhymes with pimple... herego, nothing can be that simple.

There once was a time in my life... in summer.. where everyday I played basketball. Shot baskets, played hoops, whatever. Nobody knew it's right name. I shot a ball into a round thing that was elevated higher than I was. Everyday. It was fun.. I mean, back then it was. I wasn't really good at it. I might have been for my age, but as we all know, once I hit the double digits (maybe later, like 11 or 12) I stopped progressing in sports. Once everyone excelled, I... decelled.

So anyway, I had this one thing where I'd say something ridiculous, then shoot the ball from where my driveway started. And it would -always go in. Always. Oddities. I'd be like "super michael jordan shot" and it'd go in. No matter what I said, it'd go in. I wonder if I could still do it?

I also used to be convinced that there were more point lines after the three point line. I told everyone that Michael Jordan could make a shot on the twenty point line.

And then my life hit a road block - I needed money, and fast. I turned to my family, but they were broke. Hah, I guess it runs in the family. I did the last thing I could do, and I dived into the sea. I saw blankets and I saw rushes, but I never once knew that I was broken.

I lay there, broken as can be. No one is as broken as me.