I like this one.

[techdragon]

I like this meme and it feels like a good day to use it again. I am currently sewing and cleaning (till work at 2pm)... so talk to me. :)

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Anonymous post....

I've always been a keeper of secrets, a falling apart pirate chest filled with old memories and faces and kisses disguised as golden coins. I've seen this done, and I think I want to try it.

Please, just post anonymously (that's the only condition).

Tell me anything. A secret. Something you might have wanted to say to me. Something you might have wanted to say to someone else. A sin. A Triumph. A crush. A lust. Something. Anything. Everything. Tell me something. Give me something to ponder, exclaim over, become inspired by or even maybe cry to when I come home after the sun is beyond my sky. Share with me, and I promise, I'll share with you.

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I am falling in love... and it scares me.

[(Anonymous)]

I have a very devious fantasy about corrupting someone very pure. Not young, pure, not at all -- that's crossing a very, very serious line -- but someone who is very much adult, but still very much pure. And I find myself positioning myself to be in a position to do it. It makes me feel like I'm too corrupt, myself.

[(Anonymous)]

i want that british nanny lady from tv to come and meet your kids. because then she could either help or admit that she's been beaten.

[(Anonymous)]

I have an ex who I would like to see drop dead of a sudden malady... like, say, knife in the heart.

[(Anonymous)]

I usually feel like the only thing I have to look forward to is retirement (50 years away) or death.

[(Anonymous)]

I've wanted to post this meme, but I don't think that anyone would respond. That would be depressing.

[(Anonymous)]

I am terrified that he will *not* love me and that all these images that play through my head of us together... are just more delusions created my mental instability. I want him to love me and to want me. But I am not the kind of girl that gets loved and adored.... so I am convinced it won't work out and I'll just spend my nights crying over him.

[(Anonymous)]

i used to lust after my father and wish that he'd molest me, but he never was one to come home drunk.

[(Anonymous)]

I believe that I am falling in to a life of quite desperation.

I fear that I will never find a partner for this life. I have dated way more people then most people do. I have had my "fun" and have grown weary of it.

I fear that I will never find someone to share with. Some one who can match the intensity that I put in to relationships. What take others days to process, I process in hours. When it come to love I can't shut my mind down about it. It is always there and always processing. Yes I over think things. Yes, I don't consider everything I should most times because I do it so fast. But those are my quirks and I have learned to live with them and even admire them in a way.

The world is filled with physically beautiful people. That no longer moves me. I definitely want some I find beautiful but it isn't enough to even really stir my interests any more. There needs to be something else. Something more. A shared interest. An attitude. A way of moving, of holding ones self, or dressing to even make me curious. I see beautiful people all the time that I am not even remotely drawn to. I have given up on trying with beautiful people. There are just to many of you and with you I have failed to many times. I need more now. There needs to be more to make it worth trying to over come the baggage that I carry.

I am tried of being hurt. I am tired of letting my feelings just happen only to find that the other person is not even remotely where I am, that I have become much more attached to them, then they to me. I am tired of hoping. I am tired... So very tired... Tired of love, and yet I can't give in. I can't stop trying. I see a beautiful person who appearance and manner suggests they might be the kind of person that I could make a connection with and I start hoping again.

Of course I also realize that I have stopped trying in some ways. That I don't go out as much as I used to. I don't find my way to the public places where people meet. They never really worked for me any way. I have tried online dating and that has left me sour. I just want something different from what the rest of the world wants I guess.

You know how people say do what you love and you will find some to love while doing it. What if what I really want is to do simple things. Things that don't get me out really meeting people. That keep me at home or in public places where interaction between unacquainted people is not the norm. So how is that going to help me meet people that share these interests?

Those who can't teach. *sigh* Many times past lovers have told me that they have learned a lot from me about how to love openly and fully. But it is never me that they want that with. Most of the time I agree that they and I are not a good fit. So we part romantic ways. The way it should be... The way it needs to be...

So as the days of my life pass with ever increasing speed. As age begins to take it's toll on my body. As I grow more and more gun shy of even trying. I am scared and sad. Because more then anything else, my one thing in life, that I want above all else, is to share it with someone I have a deep connection with. A friend, a lover and a partner all in one.

Not a bad pursuit for a life. But a pursuit that I believe only really begins once you have found it. And I, I am failing at it.

[(Anonymous)]

I'm not exactly "in love" with my fiance the way I have felt "in love" with people in the past -- but this is the healthiest relationship I've ever had, and I'm happier than I've ever been. I think a lot of the past "in love" feelings were really infatuation -- but they felt so much more intense than I feel now. Now, I just feel content. Is that enough? I think so.

dirty secret

[(Anonymous)]

about a week or two ago,I went to a hotel with some friends for a con. I met a really cute poly girl and had a really great time. I wish I got to see her before I left.

[(Anonymous)]

The cruelest words I've ever heard are "Let's just be friends." And I've heard them far too often.

[(Anonymous)]

I spend half of each week thinking about killing myself and the other half trying to reach out and meet people. I've never ever been as lonely in my life as I am right now. It is very often a physical ACHE.

I'm so lost and most of the time can't relate to people - not because of them, but because of me. I'm so hungry for interaction, I can't get enough. I've gotten better at hiding my desperation, but no one is as good as that as they think. I know, I lived with a man who was desperate.

My kids would be fucked up beyond belief if I *did* kill myself, but I suspect they'll be pretty fucked up anyhow.

I worry I'll always feel like this. That I'll live for another 60 years as a half-person, unhappy and desperate.

[(Anonymous)]

I have completely fallen for you. Will I ever be able to tell you that?