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[notyourbroom]

because i am le tired,

here's another round of

the meme¹
post an anonymous comment on this entry. (i've turned off ip logging, so even if i wanted to find out who you were, i couldn't.) say something you've been wanting to get off your chest. you can comment more than once, if you want. post anything you'd like: a story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love -- anything! but remember to post it anonymously. OR you can post it with your username, and we'll keep it private between you and me. comments are screened. nobody but me will be able to see them initially; i'll make anonymous comments public, and user-specific comments will be kept private (unless otherwise noted). if you comment anonymously, i won't ask you who you are. i might choose to reply to some comments...i might not.

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¹ Full text of the meme stolen, again, from randlepmcmurphy

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

When I finish playing Solitare, and the cards go bouncing around the screen, I hit "deal" as quickly as possible in case someone (even when I am home alone) would see it and think that I was pleased by winning.

More generally, my fear of failure seems to have become an anxiety against success.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm afraid to tell people that I want to transfer. I don't want to explain to to everyone why.

[notyourbroom.livejournal.com]

mm, just say the weather is too cold~

[(Anonymous)]

I think I'm afraid that if I got her to like me again and stop this distance then our roles would switch.

[notyourbroom.livejournal.com]

that normally requires extensive reconstructive surgery. well, unless you're both girls, i guess.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm tired of school and I'm not smart enough to live up to my half-hearted ambitions.

[(Anonymous)]

i'm jealous of the way you put syllables together.

[notyourbroom.livejournal.com]

well, i'm jealous of those killer omelets you make.

[(Anonymous)]

What happened to your erstwhile penchant for entry-tagging?

[notyourbroom.livejournal.com]

my internet-gland is faulty.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh yes, of course.

[(Anonymous)]

I am so scared of failure and being alone that I hold on to anyone that shows any interest in me. I don't really think that anyone will ever want to be my friend or find me attractive.

[notyourbroom.livejournal.com]

... I feel like I know who you are, which is strange, because it seems like such a general, anyone-could-feel-that-way statement.

[(Anonymous)]

I know, for a fact, that you have no idea who I am.

[(Anonymous)]

i'm in love with someone who will never return the favour.

[notyourbroom.livejournal.com]

maybe if you charged a late fee, they'd have a higher incentive to make returns.

[(Anonymous)]

As I was introducing myself to somebody new tonight (via a date), I realized that I am so, so different from the person I started out as, and it almost terrifies me to see how intelligent, efficient, and solid I've become. I feel almost guilty to have lost the passive, nice, serving-only-others side of myself, even though being a harder person hasn't slackened my ambitions re: working for Doctors Without Borders and the like.

...I guess I just find myself scary. >.> It doesn't make very much sense, but the old me is terrified of how... competent I am, how solid.

I'm not sure I should take a moral away from it, but... yeah.

[(Anonymous)]

I really hate Facebook. I think I'd have been able to make peace with things by now, or at least forget faster, if it weren't for Facebook.

If it weren't for having to change our friend details from "You are in a relationship with..." to "You dated and then broke up."

If it weren't for having to see all the messages that she leaves (left?) on his wall every week.

If it weren't for seeing he just changed his status back to "Single" -- for the first time since I removed the word myself, what seems like ages ago.

These aren't things I want to know. I don't want these updates on his life. But, because I know it's there, I don't have the strength of mind or self-control not to look.

[(Anonymous)]

Along this line, I can't stop reading my ex's LJ. I don't know why I keep reading it, there is nothing good there. I guess I just keep holding onto the hope that he will suddenly make a post about how he has finally realized that he did me wrong and he's sorry, even though I know I will never ever hear those words from him. I want him to be sorry, though, so that he will change his ways and I won't be just Some Girl he used enjoyed dated for a while. I hate that feeling :-(

[(Anonymous)]

I'm suddenly realizing how nonchalant I am about everything. I don't care at all about friends, relationships, school, succeeding or even finding a decent place to live.