My other friends are doing it...

[sheikah]

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 about 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 come back here. Tell me anything. Tell me what you really
think of me or yourself. Anything.

Post
anonymously [by selecting the anonymous box]. Speak honestly, because
no one will know it's you. Be vague, of course, to protect yourself.
Post as many times as you like. One faceless wonder to another.

And then, pass it on.

I.P.
logging has been turned off. The entry has also been made public to
help protect anonymity. Think of it as a LiveJournal confessional.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Hmm, why do I like LiveJournal? Actually, I think I like it because I feel like you have more control over it than a mailing list. You can filter your friends list any way you like, and you can know as much or as little, and share as much or as little as you want. No list mom's gonna smack your fingers if you want to stray from a fic to how the wispy's on Ewan's neck make you want to purr, to this great dress you picked up yesterday, to icons...

Oooh, yes, and I love icons. I love visuals! And making layouts. Yes, I am a tremendous geek.

Oh, and I like talking to other LJers on the phone. Even when they're tipsy. ;-)

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, and I forgot, LJ is a crucial way to avoid studying/doing homework. Yes. *pets LJ*

[(Anonymous)]

What I think of you: Kind heart. Funny. Smart. Your horizons seem broad and infinite, like all kinds of interesting things are waiting for you in life. Not sure I can give specific reasons for my belief in this. Not sure you see that in yourself. I suspect you will eventually. I suspect currently you see your options as narrow.

What I think of me: Wearing a mask of boring normalcy much of the time. LJ one of the few places where I don't. Thus current anonymity feels strangely paralyzing when it should be freeing.

Love: I love ideas more than people right now. And ideas of people.

Hate: I hate the unexamined life. And a world where we all, every single one of us, know who Paris Hilton is.

Indifferent to: Success gauged by societal norms. LJ drama.

Joy: Art of every stripe. Small moments of recognition and enlightenment.

While reading I feel: Fondness, strangely. Identification. Protectiveness? Hmm.

Why I come back: I don't know. That's not an insult, just an honest answer.

A secret: I have really strong opinions but I also really hate disagreeing with people that I love. Sometimes I lie or change my opinion in order to avoid disagreeing. I hate this in myself.

A story: As a kid I walked to school with a girl who lived across the street. One day she asked if I knew a particular song from the radio. I don't remember the name of it. I said I wasn't sure. She sang a few lines and I said "oh yeah, yeah, I love that song!" She said, triumphant: "I made it up! I knew you would say you knew it!" I felt utterly discovered as a fraud, not just about the song but in general. Why did I lie? I have no answer. I would probably lie again if it happened again.

[(Anonymous)]

i want to write my life as a novel one day. i live my day daydreaming of "what ifs" and unrealistic fairytales. i think i have a fear of letting any guy get too close and i don't know why. i'm also afraid of being alone, dying (unremembered, hated, and just in general), moving forward and standing still. i'm scared that i'm not good at what i do and that i'll never be successful. i'm full or regret for things i didn't do right. i love myself but sometimes feel invisible, unnoticed, or overlooked. i sometimes feel like if something horrible were to happen to more or if i died, no one would notice, remember me, or care. no one knows that i have thought of sucicide in the past. i secretly yearn to be noticed, loved, praised, and the center of attention.

[(Anonymous)]

I am insane, i really think I am... I think I'm falling for another guy, while I'm married. Somene shoot me for being so stupid!!!

I'm not having an affair, I swear I"m not, but God, oh how I want to.......

[(Anonymous)]

I want to ask a guy out but I'm the biggest chicken shit in the world when it comes to crap like that. I mean, he's not my usual type but that's part of the attraction. I hate feeling so insecure about this when I'm so very outgoing in everything else that I do. I sometimes feel like I don't deserve to be happy with someone.