Send an anonymous message to ANYONE in your life

Post Reply New Topic

I like em fiesty.

3 hours after the date was supposed to start, and you're still giggling and arguing over where to go. I'm not amused.

I hope it's is all working out and making you happy.

(Technically not in my life anymore.)

Enough with the woeful attempts at seeing if, "white-hot rage," is literal with those horribly loud noises!

Good god, this is starting to seem like college applications all over again. Can we just PLEASE settle this fairly and maturely once and for all?

Raise the bar! Everyone is treading on it!

Please don't do this to anybody. Hope mine's the last!

Please. Stop. Stop being weird and confusing me. I'M the weird kid. YOU may have bipolar...but people like you and you lie and stuff and just stop trying to be awkward on top of that. Let me be myself. Yeesh.

I wish you luck in getting your life in order. You clearly have no emphasis on independence.
Hopefully the second half of your twenties will be more productive than screwing around on the PC 24/7.

When I think of you, I try to stand tall, but end up barely being able to make myself crawl. I want to run to you, crumple at your feet, and for you to come down to my level and hold me while I cry uncontrollably. The reality is I have created a vision of a life to look forward upon, but every time I think of you, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness and immense sorrow. The feelings are so contradictory, that I spiral in confusion as if going mad. Everything I see, taste, touch... everywhere I go, I’m struck with pleasant memories of you. I realize that I must have been willing to share everything I could with you. I’ve never shared even 10% of myself with anyone else... and I never intend to share as I have with you, with another ever again... as I just can’t take this feeling of having been abruptly discarded after getting so near.

I am a human. I contain no synthetic components. I am not a calculator and I will resist the urge to blurt out the answer to random problems.

Can I have some sympathy when I see you again please?

I don't care what year it is, or what my real birth order is. If I want to dress and look the way that Mick Avory did in Early 64, I can so there.

You'd better get bent and give me some sympathy when he dies, too.

I think you know what I want from you. Too bad you're most likely at school right now, unlike me.

I can't tell if you're playing me or not...