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Mon, Mar. 6th, 2017, 03:30 am

Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out.

Say anything. Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. Tell me about your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. Tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you continue to come back here. Tell me anything. Tell me what you really think of me or yourself. Anything.

Post anonymously [by selecting the anonymous box]. Speak honestly, because there isn't any censure here. Post as many times as you like. One faceless wonder to another. You don't have to be on my friends list. You can just be stopping through. It doesn't matter.

And then, pass it on.

Tue, Mar. 6th, 2007 08:57 pm (UTC)

There's a girl at my school who was raped when she was little. At least, that's what I overheard her telling her friend. Anyway...I feel really, really bad. Not for her. Not because she was raped. But because I can see WHY she was raped. She seems like a very rapable kind of person. It's the same concept as seeing someone who you want to kick repeatedly just because it'd be fun to watch them cry. It seems like it would actually be fun to emotionally scar that girl for life. Which is an utterly terrible thing to think.