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A meme of sorts...
I saw this elsewhere, so I followed.

This message is addressed to everyone who is reading this post.

I want you to post anything that you want, and do it anonymously.
Anything. Post a story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like, and then put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.

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i like lesbian porn.

i think you and your gf make one of the nicest couples i've ever heard of.

I miss the days when my life felt free. I miss the days when I felt alive and unguarded, days when I didn't feel like I was made of glass.

I'm mysteriously happy and content these days but nothing in my life has changed to make me so.

i often speak aloud the monologues in my head

i told a really big lie and almost got $5,000 out of it.

I used to love her more than anything else in the world but now it seems that the inferno that I had for her is vanquished.
I knew that is was wrong all along though. She was younger than me, and she was married. As am I.

There are some loves that will never die and others that will die but never be forgotten. This one is the latter.

I still cry at night when nobody's around.

There are days I wake up and I see his face and my heart melts with love.

There are moments when it feels like if he's gone for a single instant I'll fall apart in longing.

There are days I wake up and wonder what the hell am I doing with this guy? And all I feel is tired.

There are moments when it feels like if I have to see him one moment longer I'm going to grab a large heavy object and hit him with it.

Is this the nature of true love? Or am I creating a world of glass because I fear being alone more than I fear being with someone who is not The One.

And how will I ever know until I sit alone, a wither old woman with the wisdom of age and hindsight and look back saying, I made the right choice, I made the wrong choice... or perhaps there never was a choice to make at all?

I spent a lot of time thinking about killing myself last spring, but then I realized it would have been an attempt to get a certain person's attention, and that that would have been self-defeating and thoroughly stupid, so I didn't.

in the immortal words of bad 80s music: i wanna sex you up

I absolutly hate macintosh( to the point were I don't care abotu the spelling)

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