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when my thoughts collapse,

there are vowels where there should be none


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kimbahlee
Sometimes we have things that we want to say, but just don't know how.

This leads us to write on bar napkins and alleyway walls. This makes us call our ex-lovers when we are drunk and high at four in the morning, and sometimes causes us to sleep uneasily or giggle uncontrollably.

I suppose this will be just another way to say what you want. Do you have a story or a confession? What about something you're thinking about with the current political drama? Tell me your fears. Your loves. A poem you wrote but were afraid to share. A picture you made in MS paint or a pie chart about your latest sexual adventures. A regret, a hope, a dream, a wish. Anything!!

You can post anonymously by clicking the little ..anonymous button. You can post once or thirty times. I don't log my IP addresses, so I will never be able to trace it. I just want to make sure people can get things off their chests when they need to. (EDIT: i switched the comments to screened and made sure my comment settings were set to log no one's IP address. i had to fix it from last night. i'm sorry if i offended anyone. i wasn't trying to be sneaky!!)

So go ahead and use this post for that venting/bragging/quizzical place.

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i used to think i loved too much.
now im afraid it's not enough

for the longest time i thought i wouldn't fall in love again, now i'm falling hard and fast for someone i barely know. it scares, yet excites me.

i'm afraid of the future

afraid that i'll fail miserably

me too.

I'm terribly afraid of really going crazy.

"This leads us to write on bar napkins and alleyway walls. This makes us call our ex-lovers when we are drunk and high at four in the morning, and sometimes causes us to sleep uneasily or giggle uncontrollably."

you word it so well. i have no clue why i still talk to my ex even though i was the one who broke it up. i know why i broke it up, cuz it was my first real relationship with a girl and i was PETRIFIED. i fucked it up and sometimes i feel like i have to at least fix what i did. but i really don't think i can now, so i have to let it go.

and i don't care that this isnt anon. : )

I'm sad because I feel like my relationship is ending with the man I've been with for almost 3 years because I'm nitpicking.

At the same time, I'm falling in love with his best friend since they were in the womb practically.

the innocence of the love I feel for his best friend surprises me, and sticks out in contrast when I feel angry at Tyler.

I draw pictures of Tyler when I'm high, and they are so beautiful afterwards that I feel like it must be true love

sometimes it seems like he doesn't like me back
sometimes he doesn't say the right things
sometimes i think i'm crazy for liking him

you say in your entry that you're not logging IP addresses but it clearly says on the bottom that you are.

i'm really sorry! i wasn't meaning to, i promise. it's all fixed now!

but it was so much more fun to read everyone's comments!

ah, okay! i'll show them again. i just got worried that people thought i was trying to be sneaky.

apparently the first few comments weren't truly anonymous, because my journal was automatically set to track addresses from anonymous commenters, and i didn't know that until this morning, so i had to switch it after people had already commented. only the commenters and i can see the IPs but i felt like i had betrayed them. :-( i fixed it now, though.

but i'll unscreen them, just for little ol' anony-you.

how do you start over when you don't even know where to begin?

i still love her, and i don't know if i'll ever truly be able to move on from her.

I am doing this to myself. And I don't know how to stop anymore!!

At least I know now I'm not the only one feeling these feelings.

i don't know that i've ever been in love, and i'm not sure if i ever will be in love...and that scares me.

sometimes i'm scared that what my parents taught me is right, and i'll end up in hell...

i don't know what that was. i don't know what this is. i don't know.

iiiiiii hate having a skin disorder more than anything. everyday. more andmore.

learning to deal...

you are wonderous! I was wondering if I could add you. I found you via gudu, and see we have some things in common!

Khren

I regret immensely some of the decisions I've made in life...I especially regret letting the only woman I've ever really loved go because of my fears. I still love her even though it's been over 2 years since things ended and I haven't spoken to her for almost half of it. Some days I want to talk to her just to see how she is, and deep inside I want to hold onto hope that maybe someday I'll see her again and we can try to salvage something or maybe even see where things go.

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