{ because I'm a comment whore }

[delga]

See what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.

I've turned on anonymous posting.

IP logging is turned off.

Now tell me something.

Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously. Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love -- anything. Be sure to post honestly. Post twice if you'd like.

Be brazen, be anonymous, be anything.

Edit: It doesn't have to be about me! AND. You have to click the 'anonymous' option for it to work :)

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I envy you sometimes. But only because I love you.

[(Anonymous)]

I think that you could possibly be one of the best online friends that I have, and I love that, coz you think on the exact same level as I do, and I love that more. And when RL shit is actually happening to me (and I'm not just bitching about fandom) your there, and you do the comfort thing better than some of my friends, and I love that too!

*hugs you*

[(Anonymous)]

Omg! And you love CSI Miami, and CSI New York, and you totally understand the H/C works better in FF thing, when no one else gets it!

[och-aye-85.livejournal.com]

A lady came into work with a wee lad in a buggy who was not strapped in.
He fell out that buggy flat on his face onto a tiled floor.
Mummy picks him up and shakes him violently because she thinks he isn't breathing.

Uh huh.

I know you're thinking what i'm thinking.

[och-aye-85.livejournal.com]

And i'm not anonymous.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

I can see that. That's a scary story. Sad, too.

[(Anonymous)]

Today I woke up and wanted to call you. I didn't and now look where I am.

[(Anonymous)]

I saw thsi woman crying on a bench in the park. Then this little kid came up and gave her a hug. It made her smile. Me too, actually.

[(Anonymous)]

The majority of my friends and co-workers have no idea about my former life. I have led them to believe that my life has been event-less, normal, fairly boring, without incident.

What they don't know is that I used to suffer from a staggering mental illness, enough to spend a great deal of time in a high-security psychiatric ward. I slept around, far too much. I was a drug addict and an alcoholic. These things almost killed me, many times over. I actually did die once, just for a moment my heart stopped.

People ask me all the time why I'm so happy. Why I don't get angry with people. Where my patience comes from. I just shrug it off, tell them that I don't know.

I sometimes worry that I'm a liar because I keep all this inside, wondering if I'm a bad person for keeping it all a secret.