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[xxzenonxx]

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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[anonymous]

Even though I'm anonymous, you still don't know me.
I have an eating disorder, which I've carried on for about two years.
Honestly, I like it. It makes me feel better about myself.
But, it also makes me feel aweful and weak.
I'm bipolar, and it always makes me feel like dirt because of the things I put my parents through.
Part of me wants to get help, but the bigger part likes it this way.
I feel as though I am never happy, even if I wear a mask every day to make other's think differently.
But, deep inside... I like being how I am.

[anonymous]

I hate the fact that my parents often degrade my image and say that I present myself as pedaphile bait when really they're usually the ones thinking maliciously! >M

[anonymous]

They say I'm nice, they say I'm brilliant, they say I'm terrific, but to me? It's all nonsense, I don't believe any of it.
Maybe I'm just paranoid, but it's like everyone secretly wants me off the face of the Earth.
I'm shallow.
I'm a hypocrite.

I want to be held, but I don't let it on.
Because it feels like my troubles aren't anything other people.

I feel like I should be happy. Why am I not?