contact. (stolen verbatim from mary)

[iphigenia]

Leave an anonymous comment. About me or not.

I don't care what you say. Say something. You better say something. My journal is lacking comments and I want comments, damnit.

Screening is off. Say something.

Secret, crush, confession, insult, praise, story, fear, anything.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

This has been one of the most trying weeks of my life. I feel that if I can live through this moment, and the next, and the next, I might make it to Saturday. But I'm not sure anymore.

If Lisa wasn't strong enough, how are any of us?

I want to go back to Monday. I want to call her. Say goodbye. I want to tell her that I love her. Maybe it could have been different and I won't have to keep seeing her lying skinny and bruised on a floor. I won't have to keep picturing a sideways glance in her direction. A comment: "Lisa's sleeping!" A realization: "Lisa's not breathing."

They didn't really love her. If they did, she never would have needed the drugs.

Fuck Heroin. Fuck God. Fuck Addiction. Fuck Lisa. Fuck Me.

This wasn't supposed to happen to us.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm afraid of love

[(Anonymous)]

I'm starting to want to disappear again.
I'm starting to feel unimportant to anyone.

[(Anonymous)]

*wiggles*

[scarlingxbeauty.livejournal.com]

I want to call my ex-girlfriend back again. And tell her I miss her. I want to be held by her and make love. But I can't. Because she probally doesn't care about me in any way.

-JeSS

[(Anonymous)]

I can't stop myself.
I am spiraling out of control, even though I'm trying SO HARD to get things in control right now... And... The more I do, the less I get, yaknow? The more I do what I think is right, the more I'm figuring out my way is USUALLY the wrong way. Ugh.
And I cannot stop.

Also, why does your calendar say it's July 2020? lol.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm afraid to grow up.

[(Anonymous)]

I wish you'd look past yourself and see me but I don't know if you ever will

[(Anonymous)]

I don't want to be sick, so I don't go to the doctor to find out if I am. But I'm scared of not being sick, too. Because if I'm not sick, then nothing at all makes sense. And I need something to make sense.

[(Anonymous)]

I wonder everytime I tell him I love him if he knows I'm lying