do it

[everybodysenemy]

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 honestly. Post twice if you'd like. 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

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[anonymous]

I have a crush on you.

[everybodysenemy]

and this will drive me crazy not knowing forever.

stumbling here

[anonymous]

once upon a time a little girl found herself amoungst a set of downtrodden do-gooders, and for all their glorious intentions, none of them could quench the thirst of their own hearts. are we all so

INTERNALLY BLIND?
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a story contained within two words.

my secret is that i'm not sure if i can help myself... or anyone else.
my confession. i'm gonna try... even if my attempts are misplaced... because i am in love.

i fear: being a failure.

i adore..
great media.
that moment when you feel the first bit of rain fall to your face and you raise your eyes toward the sky, and then your hands, and after a moment of contemplative glee you spin because ALL OF YOU needs it.
familiar touch.
nostalgic smells.

my greatest faults are loving too deeply, when others do not and not loving enough when too much love is being bestowed upon me.

thanks for inviting me to post here.

Re: stumbling here

[everybodysenemy]

not a problem! thank you for your post.

i love your "i adore" list. we should be friends.

[anonymous]

When I was little, I would choke on pieces of meat a lot, because it's easy to have eyes bigger than your stomach when you're half blind anyways. I was too little for my dad to Heimlich without breaking all the tender ribs inside me (though my dad ended up breaking his MOTHER'S ribs... that's an interesting story in itself) so he would grab me by the ankles, turn me upside down, and shake until the offending meatwad popped out and was consumed by a passing canine. This wasn't too bad, until this happened at a fancy dinner party. Down went the me, up went the skirt of my pretty velvet dress, and I swear even the dogs were laughing at the fact that I was wearing Tuesday underwear on a Sunday night. You'd think with all that trauma I would have gone vegetarian, but alas... now I just cut my steak up into very very small pieces. The moral of the story: Don't choke around my dad.

[anonymous]

shit happens to the nicest people, like being put into prison/jail because your sister is a fuck up and a minor and not being allowed on property but comes anyway just to be a cunt. yeah, i don't like her. that's my story and it's a horrible one.

[perksof]

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