Current mood:
accomplished
I say I don't want to get married only because I don't think I'll find someone to marry me
I'm beginning to realize that no matter how many times I move and start over, I still want to leave.
I've already picked out rings, I'm gonna ask him to marry me.
I purposely had a baby so I could go on maternity leave and get out of work.
I started writing my secrets on a page and it grew longer and longer. When I was done I lit it on fire. Its the first time I've felt free in a long time.
Every night I wish he will stop everything he's doing and travel over half the province so he can save me from this half-ass life I'm living.
I think my long hair is the only pretty thing about myself.
Most days, I truly love life.
Before I left for college, I hugged my boyfriend. I caressed his arms and hair. I let my fingers memorize every curve, contour, and texture of his body. We ended up breaking up. I have a new boyfriend now. I am in love with him, but my fingers still feel the tingle from my ex. I think they dream about it.
Sometimes when I'm bored late at night, I sneak out and rive around completely naked.
apathetic
I recieved one that said
"I used to tell people my dad died. He was living with the woman he cheated on my mom with."
Most all of the secrets I get are so sad. =[
OH SHI- YOU POSTED MINE YOU BIG MEANIE >=(
Danni's Secrets
I'm slowly realizing that no matter how many times i leave and start somewhere new, i still want to leave soon.
i want to get n a car accident and be hurt enough to be in the hospital. i just want to see who comes to see me.
my mom was in jail. i told my friend she was in a car wreck when i was a baby.
i'm in real estate. i had a client when i was 19 who pushed me against a wall and tried to take advantage of me. his property value dropped 350k since then, and i'm happy. it was karma.
when i have no one to talk to, i pretend my favorite singer it there. i tell him everything.
i've been told that my cousin's step father molested me. but i can't remember it, or him. my biggest fear is that i'll run into him somewhere and won't even know it. i'm also afraid that i will remember it. that one day somethig will bring it all back, and that i'll never be as well adjusted again.
if i have inspired one person, i feel that my life has been successful.
dear ian, i have not forgotten when you told me to stop wearing shorts because you didn't want to see my elephant legs. it's been three years and i have not worn shorts. but screw you, ian, tomorrow i'm going to wear a pair and i'm going to look hot.
i'm scared that if i get raped, no one will believe me because i've already slept with four guys this year.
my brother caused me to have anorexia.
i don't know what i want to go to school for because i want to change the world...and i can't find a school with that for a major.
i feel the most alive when i'm fucking. not making love, not having sex, fucking. as a matter of fact, i'm very bored making love.
i masturbate all the time and i feel guilty when i'm done.
we're not so different you and i (idk i heard that somewhere) <-- my all time favorite so far.
i'm usually up all night, i don't answer calls because i'm masturbating, not sleeping.