has it ever crossed your mind // where this thing can go

[halfmyheart]

"Every single person has at least one secret that would break your heart. If we could just remember this, I think there would be a lot more compassion and tolerance in the world."

Post anything that you want here, and post it anonymously. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, what you think of me, your parents, boyfriend, anything. Just make it honest. Make sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post as many times as you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what others have to say.

 

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[backtograce.livejournal.com]

Just letting you know that we can't post anon comments to this entry.

[hiddleasaurus.livejournal.com]

Oops. It's fixed now.

[(Anonymous)]

i'm worried that i'll end up 21+, alone and still a virgin. i know it shouldn't matter when i find someone, but i'm afraid that i'll feel incompetent/unwanted/unattractive/etc.

worse than i normally already do, anyways

[(Anonymous)]

I'm afraid to fall for someone again because I'm afraid of being hurt like so many times before. Yet, there's a part of me that still hopes and dreams like a hopeless romantic, wishing that the next time could be the last, instead of another order for being hurt, trodden upon, and tossed aside.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm often jealous of my friends. It really sucks, and it's an ugly feeling, but I can't help it. I want to be well-liked as they are, especially when it comes to fandom-related things.

[(Anonymous)]

I am not yet 19 years old, but I feel like an old maid.
I sometimes resent my friends who are engaged/married/have and or having children because I want all of that now.
I have been madly in love with my best friend for 5 years, but I dated someone else for three years.
I once almost attempted suicide because this same man hit me.
My mother is sick, and sometimes I feel like it's a burden to take care of her.
I realize that many people will know who I am. :]

[(Anonymous)]

Every time I try to work on my school, I have to stay away from people. But then they get mad at me for leaving. But when I try to juggle a few minutes to pay attention to them, they have dramas that wind up sucking up my night and I never get any work done. And then I get sick and stressed because I try to double my workloads and then I burn out and don't do anything. I think I'm going to flunk out.

[(Anonymous)]

There is an angry, disgusting nothingness that even I don't understand. I want to be so much more than I am - I want to be smarter, better, talented. Something.

And I'm not.