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[lustforcontrol]

Tell me a secret, confess to me a sin, take back a lie, tell me you despise me, tell me you want me, tell me what you feel, tell me why you cry, tell me what where when how why. Tell me something you haven't told anyone else. Let down you walls once and abuse the priviledge of anonymity and whisper a secret in my ear. It'll be safe here. I promise

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[anonymous]

Last year I stole a bag. I was caught. And the only thing I regretted was that.

[anonymous]

I'm really a wannarexic.

[anonymous]

So am I.

I cant even admit it to myself.

Because every thing is much better.

When every thing is wrong.

[anonymous]

i think i may be as well...

[anonymous]

I've been wanting to try drugs .. amphetamine or something. I want to fuck myself up bad. Give me a reason to feel the way I do, rather than living this way for no reason.
I don't think there is anything actually wrong with me, i made it all up.

[anonymous]

omg. Thats exactly how i feel. I wish i knew who u were.....

[crashicelandic]

Shhh it's a secret but I love you loads.

[lustforcontrol]

Well it's definitely no secret that I love you all the way back. :)

[anonymous]

Sometimes when I feel disgusted about what I've consumed I'll wish they made a safe syrup of ipecap. And sometimes I wish I had the balls to just take the real (dangerous) kind. I know it would kill me, and it's crazy, but I'd get rid of everything. Not just the food but the whole struggle, the whole bullshit of my life.

Things like this make me think I'm really a wanarexic also. If I complain so much, why am I still doing this?