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Mar. 15th, 2008 11:23 pm
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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 and everything.

Date: 2008-03-16 05:52 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
My parents are already talking about my next semester of college. I'm afraid to admit to them that I'm not sure if I want to go back. Then I'd be a failure like all of my friends. Sometimes I wonder if my friends are a bad influence, or if I'm just finally beginning to see things for myself.
Anyway, I don't necessarily see college as the road to success anymore. Just more depression lies ahead. And what's worse is that I will probably still end up going - and waste my parents' money.

Date: 2008-03-16 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
i feel the same exact way

Date: 2008-03-16 06:33 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I don't know how I can survive this next year... literally

Date: 2008-03-16 03:48 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
My room mate is physically hurting themself and I don't know what to do. I cant talk to my room mate's friends from home because they're too close to help and the only thing I can do is talk to my room mate's sister to see if she can help.

I've got more bad habits due to college than when I came in. I'm my biggest roadblock and i can't get out of my own way. It's tough also when it feels like some people are only my friends when we all drink together.

It's all about getting connections in the industry... but what if im afraid of failing and therefore I don't jump on a crew at College.

Date: 2008-03-16 05:26 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
as a kid, i thought that bread crust resembled tree bark, so i assumed that bread was made from wood.

Date: 2008-03-16 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Image

Date: 2008-03-16 11:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heyjuuude.livejournal.com
That is awesome.

Date: 2008-03-16 09:30 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
So, four nights ago, I slept in my best friends bed with him. His room is ALWAYS fucking freezing, so I was bundling up in his blankets. I just couldn't get warm so I told him I was going to use him for body warmth. He responded by hugging me close to him. I was all fluttery and when I woke up I had my head on his chest and my hand over his heart. He moved his hand up so he was holding mine and smiled at me before going back to sleep.

Two nights ago, we slept in the same bed again. Somehow I started tracing the lines that make up his collarbone and neck and jaw. I moved my hands over his lips and he kissed my fingers. He did the same thing to me. His face was above mine, and he cupped my face in one hand and kissed me. We kissed sweetly for four hours afterwards.

My boyfriend doesn't know.

I feel guilty and amazing all at once.

Date: 2008-03-16 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
also I haven't been on lately and/or commented you in a while. I know this may tell you who I am, or not help at all. But I deff still read your stuff.

<3

Date: 2008-03-16 11:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heyjuuude.livejournal.com
I think I may know, but I can't be sure. If this is who I think it is, I miss you. <3

Date: 2008-03-16 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aranil.livejournal.com
I read through all my friends' entries became I'm addicted to being a nosy person. I like to read what people are thinking- and because I know them it's like a documentary of their life. I try to imagine them in that situation in that moment- it's all very interesting.

And I'm trying to figure out what the hell your icon for this post is... I know they're cats, but why are they so goofy looking? haha

Date: 2008-03-16 11:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heyjuuude.livejournal.com
It's Tabby Road, of course! :]

Date: 2008-03-16 10:58 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
i read through peoples entries because i'm looking for the truth.
i rarely ever find it.
he'll never tell me what's really going on with him. too much is at stake. and i think i may already know what it is anyways. but it's still driving me crazy.

Date: 2008-03-16 11:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hecatelila.livejournal.com
I love and miss Lizzie-poo and keep forgetting to send her the surprise I've been meaning to send her because I'm a forgetful lazy-ass.

Date: 2008-03-16 11:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heyjuuude.livejournal.com
I miss you tooooo! And oooh, whatsthesurprise?

Date: 2008-03-16 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hecatelila.livejournal.com
I can't tell you silly!
From: (Anonymous)
I feel her eyes upon me; I sense the hold I have on her, but I can't help
but wonder why. She's watching me -every movement- as I dance for her.
Yes..I'm dancing only for her. This gives me great satisfaction --
dancing for her. I would say I feel quite smug, but I couldn't explain
this feeling very well. So, I simply dance...my body caught up in the
passion of the music.

The song ends; I look up at her, finally. Our eyes lock...each of us
unwavering in this game. I can feel the temperature of my body raise
significantly, and I focus this heat into my gaze. I'm sure she can
feel my hunger. Perhaps I can even call it need. Whatever it's name,
this wanton feeling continues to grow, creating a perfectly lustful
attitude in me.

We've played this game far too long, now. Dancing. Watching. Flirting
with our desires, but never conceding to them. Week after week, we play
the same game. Now, I grow tired of it. I want more, and I know that
this intensified desire within me will demand satisfaction. It will not
allow my demure manner to push it aside this time.

I feel compelled to go to her. Her eyes are inviting me, drawing me. I
have no more resistance, and I slide through the crowd, overcome with
anticipation.

Our faces are merely inches apart, and I could swear we're the only two
people in existence. This close, her unbridled passion is intensely
apparent. Our eyes are still quite locked on each other, and I'm finding
it impossible to restrain myself. Even she seems to be struggling with a
similar dilemma.

My lips are pressed to hers, and there's no longer time to dwell on it.
I've done it...I'm kissing her. What's more amazing is the fact that
she's returning it! Our mouths are hungry for each other. I doubt I can
get enough; I only want more and more, yet...I pull away. I look at her,
asking the question, and she nods.

She's come home with me. I don't even bother with the lights. Our
clothing falls into a heap on the floor. I lead her to the bed, and she
crawls onto it, turning back to face me on her knees. I join her. I
begin my exploration...my 'taking' of her.
My lips press to hers once again, our tongues dancing together...hungrily
exploring each other's mouths. I'm reminded of what I like most about a
woman...her softness.

Soon, my hungering mouth searches for more. My tongue finds a path down
her delicate neck. It spends little time there and continues to her
breasts, where I suck each on in turn, my teeth grazing her nipples, and
I feel them harden. This excites me...her arousal...and I feel a warmth
spreading throughout me. My own nipples are hard from her fingers
teasing them..pressing them.

I lay her on her back and let my mouth wander down her belly to the
center of her warmth. Her breaths become shorter as I bury my face
between her thighs, my tongue flickering and exploring. She's wet. I
slide a finger inside of her and feel her muscles tighten, begging for more.
She squirms, then turns herself around in a position to do the same for
me. Which she does. I can feel her warm mouth sucking and her tongue
licking me...delving inside me and back out to play with my hardened clit.
She presses two fingers deep into me. I gasp slightly, revelling in the
sensation. Our thrusting fingers and flickering tongues continue their
pleasuring...the both of us on the verge of utter bliss. She's
wonderful...and intensely fulfilling. I come with a wild abandon, a
great satisfying pleasure...and am driven even further to make hers
spectacular.

My mouth sucks on her clit, my teeth nipping at it...my fingers feel her
clench tightly around them and thrust slightly harder into her...deeper.
With her hips raised to meet my face, she orgasms, and I lick hungrily at
her...pleased at her divine ecstasy.

Date: 2008-03-18 01:33 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I think you're the ginchiest. And that's why I read your blog!

Date: 2008-03-18 07:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heyjuuude.livejournal.com
Aw, thank you! <3

Date: 2008-03-18 04:37 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Sometimes, I love myself. I only hate myself when I can't make people I love happy. And sometimes I find out that I am a completely different person than I thought I was. Sometimes I look around, and it's like I've never opened my eyes, or taken a deep breath.

So, I stop, look around slowly, and inhale until my lungs cannot hold any more. I am reborn. I have the power to look at the Earth as though I've never seen it. I have the power to find beauty in anything I want to. I have the strength to keep searching and asking questions even if I think I know the answer. Sometimes there's more than one answer.

I am firmly convinced that the only reason I am not three thousand places at once is that my skin will not allow me to be, and I want to be all of those places, doing everything.
And other times, I sit down, and feel as though every molecule of myself is connected, and happy to be where it is, all working together.

I love to learn.
I cry too easily.
I judge myself.
I am stubborn.
I do not like math.
I like the smell of gasoline.
I am myself.

I am trying to accept that person, and love myself, and be honest with me. I just hope the journey is exciting, and worth it. I have two selves. I have to make them one.




I read people's journals because I like to have some connection to people that I do not get to see much anymore. I like knowing how they're doing, know if they're okay. I read them and wish I could have all of their experiences. I read them because I think that real people are the most fascinating creatures in the world. What one person, with many specific experiences, feelings, and thoughts decides to put into a virtual diary is very revealing. Not necessarily what's most important to them, but what parts of themselves they choose to share.





I think the thing I hate most is that words do not do justice to the thoughts in my head, my feelings, my anything.

Date: 2008-03-18 07:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heyjuuude.livejournal.com
I totally agree with all of that, more than you even know. And I like the smell of gasoline, too... I thought I was the only one!

Date: 2008-03-18 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blaaaaaakman.livejournal.com
oh, no, don't worry, i love it too.

Date: 2008-03-18 04:51 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I love reading facebook wall-to-wall's...not just mine, other people's too. If I see that one friend has commented on another friend's wall, I will read their entire conversation. Hey, it's public right?

Date: 2008-03-18 07:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heyjuuude.livejournal.com
I think a lot of people do that (including myself), just not a lot of people want to admit it.

Date: 2008-03-20 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hecatelila.livejournal.com
Oh and I go through baking/cooking binges sometimes.
I made AMAzing rum brownies today.

mom

Date: 2008-05-05 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tx.livejournal.com
I miss my mother every single day. It has been 5+ years now since she passed from cancer. Anytime I want to cry, all I have to do is pull up the mental image of the last time I saw her alive.

I have many happy memories of my mother. She was the glue that held my family together - now we're drifting slowly apart. I can't remember the last time I saw one of my brothers.

No one knows how often I think of my mother since I don't really share these thoughts with anyone. I don't want to make my friends uncomfortable and I don't want to bring up sad memories with my family. I oftentimes wonder what she would think of my life now and what she would say to me today and it makes me smile.

I am sad that it is possible that she will have never met my future wife or my children - I mostly see it as a loss for them, not my mother, since having known my mother would explain so much of who and want I am today.

Smile and be thankful for everything you have. Some day you will not have it any longer. Cherish every little thing.

This doesn't need to be anonymous. I fear nothing.

Re: mom

Date: 2008-05-05 06:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heyjuuude.livejournal.com
I'm really glad you shared this. I lost two friends and seven acquaintances last year and I know exactly what you mean when you say we should cherish everything. And I'm glad that you can share your thoughts with someone, even if it's not your family or friends. I'm keeping your mother in my thoughts tonight.

Date: 2008-06-15 05:38 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I act really goofy, but it's because I don't know how else to. And it's due to never really having good friends. They have come and gone too easily. and it's so painful, and lonely.
i love the smell of dirt.
i'm not a fan of bacon. and hate new car smell.
I've gone to many schools and still don't know what i'm doing. What I want seems too hard to attain.
I have very little confidence.
I like being unique, like every other snowflake. and the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
not so much the decaying part though.
Though already quoted once, this works very well for what I wish I could do right now. "I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more."

Date: 2008-07-22 02:25 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
You don't really know me and I don't really know you. Well, I sort of know you from school last year (er, two years ago? Your senior year. There.). We were in the same Journalism class and I saw you in The Crucible and such (I promise I'm not a stalker or anything). I don't know, I just remember thinking that you're a pretty cool person and I thought you should know that cos everyone needs to hear that every once in a while.

Date: 2008-07-22 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heyjuuude.livejournal.com
I don't know if you'll ever see this, but I'd like you to know that this brightened my day. I think you're right, everyone really does need to hear something like this once in a while, and while I'd really like to know who you are so I could thank you, I also think it's really cool that this is anonymous.

Date: 2008-12-21 02:34 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I'm wasting so much of my parents money at college. I just don't belong there, but I don't have any other options. I feel so horribly trapped, all the time, like I can't breathe, and all the limitations and expectations people have set for me are just closing in on me and smothering me slowly.

The only time I was happy this past year was when I was having an affair with my best friend's ex-boyfriend. I felt so loved, so wanted, and he was so good to me for the short time we were together. I'll never forget the memory of being with him in his room, standing between his legs as he looked up at me whispering, "Kiss me." It was so incredibly tender I almost sobbed. He broke my heart when he decided he couldn't be with me.

And now I'm sleeping with a girl. This wonderful, amazing girl, who I don't deserve, because I can't be with her the way she deserves. I'm not ready to come out as a bisexual, and she most certainly is. We fight about it all the time, and I'm terrified of losing her, but I just...can't.

Sometimes, I think back to my senior year of high school, when I had all these grand plans and everything was golden and simple, and I just sob because nothing is the way I thought it would be. I feel like such a failure all the time, and I'm terrified of being stuck as a cashier for the rest of my life in this tiny little town.

I just wish that things would work themselves out.

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