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10 October 2008 @ 09:23 pm
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. Speak honestly. Post as many times as you like.

Some sort of proper update coming later tonight... maybe
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Current Music: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
ishimaruemiishimaruemi on October 11th, 2008 01:28 am (UTC)
ok i will leave a comment, i found out today that this guy i used to be friends with, well him and his friends were just using me, im pissed and want to spread it to the world how bad this guy is i hate his guts and he hats mine but yet i still love him, even though he was such an ashole and him and his friends just used and abused me
Chrissy: End Of The Worldiwantasoda on October 11th, 2008 01:41 am (UTC)
Re: Hate
Aww that sucks and you deserve hugs for having to put up with that -hugs-
It's strange how we sometimes love the ones that are the worst people for us to love. -more hugs for the random person-
(Anonymous) on October 11th, 2008 01:49 am (UTC)
Re: Hate
You'll find there are too many people like that in the world. Don't let them take away your happiness and joy.

Sadly, it's them who have the problem and sooner or later others will see them for what they are and they'll be left alone.

Stay the person you are, be true to yourself and you'll find someone special who will treat you the way you should be treated.
(Anonymous) on October 11th, 2008 01:45 am (UTC)
I'll never forget my first love, the boy across the street. He was five years my senior and rather short for his age. He was sweet and had the greatest sense of humor. He always spoke in complimenting ways and made me feel like I was beautiful and worthy of attention and affection.

As he matured, he fell in with a rough crowd to prove his masculinity despite his stature, yet he remained sweet and complimentary to me.

Even though I was younger, he never failed to say hello to me and call me over to speak with him even if he had his older friends with him. It seemed he always had the time for me and he never asked for anything in return.

As I matured, other boys wanted hugs, kisses and to touch me. But not my first love, he never made me feel I had to give more than a smile or kind word which I desperately wanted to give him.

He became a man and moved away and I moved on, dating boys my own age. I couldn't help but compare them to my first love and find that none could meet the standard he'd set.

I learned of his death several years ago. It made me sad but I know a part of him will always live on in my heart for I will never forget my first love. In my heart, he will always be young, always be kind, always seem perfect and always remain.

I hope this is the kind of thing you were looking for. I honestly feel better for having gotten to share this precious memory.