So this will be cool. Or the dorkiest thing I've ever done. Your choice, really.
9/9: Instead of just having open season on myself, I'm declaring an open season in general. In that whole spirit of the PostSecret thing, which continues to intrigue me.
So yes. Post anything that you want in comments, and post it anonymously. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything. Including what you think of me.
Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like. Then put this in your blog, profile, LJ, etc. to see what your friends (and perhaps others) have to say.
Note: The three comments that got deleted were those ad thingies. I hate them so much. (9/10)
Note: Yes, I'm just going to keep updating the dates on this post because I like it so much. This will either be the first or second post every time you load the page. And the dates I add these notes will be in parentheses at the end of the note. (9/13)
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Posted by heather at 8:42 PM
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My life has quirky characters, paced scenes, and plot. I wonder sometimes if everyone's is like this, or if I'm just different, or if it's because I'm a writer.
I spent most of last week wishing I were a clarinet reed.
I've always wondered if anyone else has entire pretend conversations with other people (that actually exist) in their heads.
I compulsively lie about things that don't matter.
I think that wall between me and him is cracking bit by bit... and I'm scared of what happens if it does or does not fall down.
I hope that nobody ever finds out about what I'm like when they aren't around. Really it's just one person.
I really don't like anonymous comments. They don't leave any sense of catharsis or whatnot because no one knows. All they leave me is this nagging voice in my head saying "who?"
I miss the way things used to be. He's changed so much and I feel so stagnant. I miss our conversations and want more than the polite "Hello" I get when we walk past one another. I miss hearing him laugh. I guess I just really miss him.
I'm in love with my best friend, and I hope she never knows.
Well, I'm gayer than a day in Paris, to be frank, which is becoming less and less of a secret. It's not really that hard to figure out anyway.
Also, about you, I think you're nice and dryly humorous even though I just really have gotten to know you. I like the apathy of your facial expressions, but then, I feel like you have an apathetic face.
Oh, and this is the same person as above.
It sounds mean to say you have apathetic facial expressions. I mean it as a complement. It gives you more character :D
i really can't take high school... it's seperated me from most people. I've barley made any news friends that i didn't have in middle school.... and start to feel alienated by old ones sometimes..... there's also ppl that i just would die to see, but it doesn't happen
i put on pantyhose once.... and now i kinda wanna try it on again... even tho i'm a guy
Oh Heather, you are so cute.
I hate the fact that whenever my parents yell at me, I feel like I'm three years old again and completely stupid. I have no idea what to say when they rant and rave and then yell a question. I feel like I haven't accomplished anything or changed at all.
There are three people that can make me cry. One by completely ignoring me, one through complete inaction, and one by yelling when he's completely pissed off. And all three are so very much like each other. And I love them all unconditionally. Yet they're the only ones who can make me feel like complete shit.
I have found the gay version of me. It's quite fascinating.
Sometimes I feel like I can't decide which girl I like, and it seems all of them are like apples and oranges, and I'll take the first one the supermarket has in stock.
I'm tired of people not believing in themselves.
He acts like I don't even exist while my heart has been breaking into a million pieces. Does he know how that feels when that is done over and over again?
No, because his heart has been set on another girl... not me.
He went away this summer and hooked up with another girl. He's been one of my best friends for years, but I saw pictures of her. And I wanted to be her.
I wish he would just make a real move instead of leading me on. All we do is mess around. There was a time when we could have had a normal relationship, but now all the excitement is gone--and we never really even dated. Now I just kind of tell him I like him because I wanna make out with someone. And I hate myself for being that shallow.
sometimes i wonder why ppl (me included) try and obsess so much about being in a relationship.... i mean how many serious, long lasting relationships really last in high school, are ppl our age even capable of truly feeling what love is?
why does age make you more capable of feeling romantic love? many people who are grown have the same insecurities, failure to commit, and sexual immaturity. it's not about making a relationship last. sometimes it's just about a high.
if it's all just about a high, then what's the point of it.... what makes relationships such a big deal?
I wish people would just come out and tell you if they like you. I guess that's kind of a two way street, but I really hate how guys are expected to make the move. I know people say we're moving forward in society and it's "okay" for girls to make moves, but it doesn't really seem that way.
i agree w/ the person above me
But in reality, not all guys or girls will feel the same way when you come out and tell them you like them.
Sometimes, they even feel sorry for honestly not liking you and then they finally give you a pity chance. And in the end, it hurts either way when you find out the truth.
Right now, I'd about kill for a pity chance. Because at least I'd get the hurt over and done with. This thing is too distracting and occupies too much space in my head. I need to focus and can't. I need this to be finished in some way.
I told him I was over him. I lied. I'm not. He's with someone else now, and while part of me is so happy for him, the other parts want him to be lonely and miserable, just like me.
Sometimes, I wonder if my life is like an asymptote for sex. So...things happen. Things I dare not speak of.
Asymptote... so your life keeps getting closer and closer but never quite reaches it?
Oh, I guess I should say something rather than turn it into a chat room.
Pity chances aren't good, so if someone has the guts to come out and say that they like someone else, they should at least get a truthful answer.
Maybe it's just some weird thing I have about getting over people, but somehow this seems like the best way to deal with things to me.
Thank you for the anonymous capabilities. This should now be known as Teenage Angst Central.
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