because I am a meme-whore & have seen several people doing this...

[thedarksiren2]

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. Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.

Oh, and I have even disabled the IP-address listing for the time-being. Have fun, kiddies!

~8D

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

.....i want to disappear. to walk away from all of this, my responsabilities, my life, my world. be given a second chance to start over, knowing what i now know. to be free of past consequence and action. to be free.

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

The difference between a victim and a survivor is the chains holding one down, while the other walks with scars, but is not tied and bound by the experiences.

I am not so eloquent tonight but, really, it's about owning fears and not allowing them to own you. If you regret something, do something to make amends if you can. If you cannot, learn to forgive yourself. You're human too, you know?

b/c

[(Anonymous)]

Sometimes I want to leave everything behind. Take nothing but a wallet full of money and go to mexico and live a life as a waitress and bum.

I also regret that I never slept with that guy in New York.

Re: b/c

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

omfword.

Re: b/c

[(Anonymous)]

My thoughts exactly.

[(Anonymous)]

I fear winding up alone in the world. With no family or friends....of waking up one day with nobody that cares about me.

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

I think everyone has this fear to some degree. gawd, if I even touched upon my own abandonment issues, we'd be here for at least a few days.

You're not alone though, not if you really know me and are my friend. ~8)

[(Anonymous)]

There seems to be a dark, morbid theme, the posts so far. Far be it for me to change the mood. But my darker thoughts don't tend to focus on my own death or disappearance from the world. I've no desire to be swallowed into the earth or to vanish into nothingness.
Far too much the attention hog, I am.
My mind skirts with fascination around those aspects of life that bring with them sympathy and thoughts from others. Times of grief and sorrow. What so horrible of thing could happen to my life that attention would focus my way while my heart trembles too distracted to even notice. Sad.

wow

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

yeah, there has been a rather morbid tone to everyone's "confessions," but that's OK. I'm having a good day.~8)

I am admittedly a bit confused by your post...do you mean that you are sad/ a sad being because of your inability to notice people noticing you? Please clarify a bit...I'd like to know, and then proceed with my thoughts, which are swirling right now.

Re: wow

[(Anonymous)]

Sad because.
Disgust with myself. I could be so desperate for others notice. I could be so selfish and foolish to look at others pain and feel a type of jealousy. I could look upon one I love and painstakingly consider what attention their death could bring me.
Knowledge that the desire filled would not serve my need. Actual grief and sorrow would prevent my--enjoyment?--of any sympathy cast my way. Sad that I still fantasize it despite this knowledge.
Only sometimes though. I am stronger now. This is merely secret sharing.

[(Anonymous)]

I can count on one hand the people who know this. No, I can count on one finger the people who know. Most wouldn't understand. I'm a "borderline" transexual. Explains my fascination with the brain and how it works...

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

thank you for sharing your "secret."

I won't claim to understand, but I am accepting of it, regardless (if you know me at all, you know this about me already. Gender has little to no influence on my perceptions of people). Should you ever wish to "come forth" from your hiding, I am sure we'd have plenty to share.

[(Anonymous)]

I definitely know you this well.

[(Anonymous)]

I actually hate all my friends and the ones I don't hate I find boring.

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

eep!

I am suddenly wondering how this post reflects on me because I don't think of myself as boring. ~{8/

If you hate them so much, why bother calling them friends at all?

Also,

Smokey the Bear is God.

You'll get it.

[(Anonymous)]

I love you. That is all.

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

Awww!

YAY! Something happy!
*happy-dances*

so when are we getting married?
~;D

[(Anonymous)]

I hate where I am right now. I wish I never fell in love with the person I did. I'd do anything to stop hurting. I'm sick of pretending.

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

so stop pretending and get out.

[(Anonymous)]

I look down upon the poor, ignorant, classless and uneducated. I feel guilty for this and try to help them, but ultimately I wish I lived in a world with no trash.

perhaps...

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

the only trash in your world is the shtuff clouding your vision...

there are very distinct separations between the classes you mention, and if we want to be really incredibly direct, I am not rich, pretty low-class, lower-middle, whatever, and ignorant about many subjects. So, with that in mind, do you wish to save me from my filth as well? Or do you just want to remain safe on a landing above me, passive-aggressivly wishing me dead?

[(Anonymous)]

People seem to be able to bare their souls to you in a very dark way. I may be wrong, but I'll bet your friends frequently expose that side of themselves to you, and feel safe with it in your hands.

I'm evil. I seem like a nice, friendly, intelligent person... but I really have a strong compulsion to do harm to everyone around me. Sometimes when I look deep into the eyes of someone I care about, I get the urge to poke that eye out for no reason. I delight in having that power over someone, causing them pain. I have a habit of making people fall in love with me just so I can get that energy from them. I do fall in love sometimes, and I know how it feels when it's done to me.. but I seem to just do it automatically. I know all this is wong and antisocial and I try to deal with it and find outlets, but I'm so not a BDSM scenester that it's just difficult sometimes.

[kittypoocaca.livejournal.com]

you sick fuck

[(Anonymous)]

to continue your morbid theme. . .

if I disappeared permanently, would you notice?

would any of "us" really notice for long if one of us were to vanish for good? Or care beyond a few "remember when?" comments?

And you have an incredibly kissable mouth. Now if only I'd taken one chance to test that.

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

I hope this doesn't come off as pretentious, but, I notice much more going on around me than most people do. Finer details are something I always note. Disappearance does catch my attention, and even when I do not seem like I care or notice, which only people who don't know me very well would believe, I will generally make note of it.

As for the rest of the "us" you used, I cannot speak for the masses. I guess it is a matter of whether or not you made an impression on the world around you, and how great or small that impression may have been. Is it really that important though? To be remembered by the masses? I personally don't think it is. I am happy with just a few close friends and a loving family who are able to share those "remember-when" comments you speak of. These comments indicate to me that I had impact in some form, preferably a good one. What else can I leave them?

How much people care is very subjective, as is how people handle and reveal loss' impact.

And thank you.*blush* I am flattered.
~8)