I almost told him I'm in love with him. The only thing that stopped me was knowing he doesn't love me back.
Anonymous
04:34:36 PM
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 29, 2005
I don't know how to help him... he's in a bad place, and it's very real, but what do I know of his world? I'm seventeen and I still live under my parents' roof, how can I possibly understand?
And this just makes me think all the more, that when all of you leave your cushy lives of financial stability with your families, you might not like that fucking bitch Ayn Rand so much anymore.
Anonymous
12:24:41 PM
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Monday, December 26, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
[Dagny] clasped the metal bracelet on her wrist. She liked the feel of the weight against her skin. Inexplicably, she felt a touch of feminine vanity, the kind she had never experienced before: the desire to be seen wearing this particular ornament.
Rand didn't say, later, how many times she stopped her work to look and marvel at it, or try it on again, against her nice sweater, against her cotton top, against the stretched edge of her baggy t-shirt she wore with her pajamas. She didn't say exactly how it felt, nestled warm against her skin, engulfed in the heat that, surprisingly enough, came from her own cold body (that her fingertips, even in summer, were always silly bits of ice). She didn't mention how strange it looked, atop the papers and stacks of crumpled music on Dagny's dresser, how incongruous with the reality that was not a dream, could not be a dream, would not ever stretch so far into reality that the last trace of doubt that it was, in fact, a fantasy would disappear.
She probably didn't mention this because it would have ended up longer than the Galt speech.
Also, I bet the acting vice president of the Taggart Transcontinental Railroad had cooler pajamas.
Anonymous
09:19:32 PM
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
I gave you my music,
I made your song take flight.
And now, how you've repaid me,
Denied me, and betrayed me.
He was bound to love you,
when first he heard you sing...
That song perfectly describes my situation. I took my dearest friend, lifted her from her depression, made her stop cutting.
Now she's turned on me and left me alone in my own darkness.
Anonymous
03:49:34 PM
Thursday, December 22, 2005
I finally know for sure that I'm in love with him, but how do I tell him that? I don't know if he's still in love with me, or if he's moved on. He might even be dating someone right now but I'm too scared to ask. Either answer would put me even more on edge.
We already tried the dating thing and it's my fault we failed. I kept thinking of what if questions. The most recurring being "Can we still be friends if this doesn't work?" He's such a pivotal part of my life. I really can't picture my life without him in it. I pushed him away to keep him close. Wow, that's so messed up sounding.
Why do I always let my fear keep me from being completely happy?
Anonymous
06:41:40 PM
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
I hate it when people claim they hate the Harry Potter books. I'm not the kind of fanatic who dresses up and watches the movies over and over, but I do think that they are good books and you should at least read them before deciding that you are and individual and therefore will not like them. You probably couldn't concentrate, anyway.
Anonymous
11:50:57 PM
Nostalgia Wears Red with a Black Belt
I am six.
But first I am a Power Ranger.
My friends and I protect imaginary lands from
Imaginary things.
I am six.
But first I am watching Aladdin.
I see with wild-wind eyes the tale of
Bravery and beauty.
I am six.
But first I am a LEGO architect
Constructing illustrious castles which
Are reserved for long dead kings
I am six.
But first I am a student
School is out, let summer sound, for I am
Forever free from duty
I am seventeen.
But first I am alive
And finally I understand that
Imaginary things
Bravery and beauty
Are reserved for long dead kings
Forever free from duty.
Maverick
11:39:41 PM
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
The reason I can't like you is because you're ugly. I wish to God I was kidding, but I'm not. You're a wonderful person, don't ever doubt that. I just can't make myself overlook your obvious lack of um... attractiveness and concentrate on who you are under that. I'm sorry. I hate myself for this.
Anonymous
04:01:29 PM
Monday, December 19, 2005
Here are some words
Photosynthesis
Would her eye blink,
The sound would be a whisper to her frenzied footsteps
So black a blanket she wraps ‘round her ancient Mother
The waves (both shoes and shore) hurl her masochistic tears toward heaven.
And Grendel’s teeth do gnash in kind
Second hand smoke echoes second hand shine
Bidding apocalyptic turpentine
And that same fire, that brilliance, that ire
Blinds the sky with blood of dawn
And Hyperion’s gaze so fierce flares on
Accelerated ambition, shadowless and brave
Mature both in lens and length
A whisper to the grave
This is the din in your mouth
And this is the double helix spiraling towards the sky
Maverick
11:31:49 PM
Sunday, December 18, 2005
I think I love him and I think he loves me. Why am I not sure? Why do I feel there might be someone else there for me, if at the same time I know he might be the one?
He's my best guy friend and also my boyfriend. Am I with him because I like him or because I've just grown used to him?
He has talked about marriage and babies (not for now) but how do I know for sure he's the one? I only ever have these doubts when I'm far from him... when I'm next to him I just feel so free... away from all my problems... with someone I like and I know likes me back...
Someone once told me you love someone if you'd give your life for theirs. But I don't think I would. How do I know if I love him??
kee
10:52:42 PM
At the peak of my pendulum I
felt the flash in your soft, indefinite
colored hair. And your lips burned
at the corners (I could tell) where
the spittle had leaked out of your con-
temptuous smile and froze.
The phoenix left your throat as you
yawned wide your facial chasm
and streaked into space like quick
fire. For a moment I hung at the bottom—
inertia is not—and saw the meaning of
your burning song in my ear, the nuance
of your vocal penetration.
Wet sand on my feet, friction melting
me like glass and then I stopped and stood
under the blue fluorescents and glanced at
you: male form in relief against the green-red
diamond field. I said “let’s get some nachos” and
you laughed, not understanding. You paid for them.
Anonymous
07:58:08 PM
Saturday, December 17, 2005
I am the happiest that I've ever been in my entire life. I think I've found the man I want to marry. We love each other. My family doesn't hate me. I didn't break curfew tonight. I'm getting good grades and the future is so exciting that I just can't wait.
Because of all this, I am guilty. I feel bad that my life is this perfect when others' lives are not. Perfect. Seriously, this is all perfect. This is all Beautiful.
Anonymous
11:36:57 PM
I’d Sooner Date Your Shadow
If only Fate would commit
To what irony would see fit,
But then you’d be smothered by your own wasted breath.
So in honor of your perfection,
And to prevent a resurrection,
I’d love to mark your time of death.
You would want that right?
For me to pay attention to details?
You were always right.
You were always right.
You were always right.
You were always rightfully ignored by all of your imaginary friends
Despite your desperate attempts to impress them.
But
I will support you.
I’ll be the couch you’re laying down on
When the psychologists announce that
You’re clinically insane.
I will heal you
I’ll be the surgeon for your heart transplant
Because studies show that black holes
Fail to give adequate circulation
Fear not. As always,
The bill’s on me.
I’d give you the best care.
I’d give you the best care.
I’d give you the best care.
I’d give you the best charismatically aggressive anthem that my vocal chords ever would have dared to recite.
With a tone that could reach your elegant ears
and words that would ignite the airwaves ferrying them.
And your eyes will see truth.
You have the most beautiful eyes.
You have the most colorful eyes.
You have the most sobering eyes.
You have the most sadistic isolating stare that would cause God Himself to cry…
Out of self-pity
We are both train wrecks
But I will stop dead on my tracks
And in a shower of sparks and deafening din
I will shout to the world of mice and men
“I am no Jesus”
And I will proclaim to the cities
“I am no Caesar”
And I will tell to the people
“I am no James Dean”
And I will whisper to myself, most quietly of all:
“I am no better than you”
Maverick
02:52:12 PM
She loves him. She sees him and smiles at him everyday. She sees him at school and after school, sometimes even after after school. He most likely returns her feelings. He doesn't know that she goes home every night and lives a different life. She goes home to depression and fear. He doesn't know about this, but I do. I know that she throws up after meals on occassion, though she tries hard to stop. I know that she thinks she's ugly and stupid. I know how to love her. He doesn't. I appreciate her company, as does he, but he wastes it. I think she's beautiful in every sense of the word. He just thinks she's pretty.
She doesn't even know who I am, but I know everything about her.
Anonymous
12:55:46 PM
I'm such a dork. Instead of writing my position statement for the MUN thing tomorrow, I'm archiving Tangst. Oh well.
If you didn't notice, I made an e-mail specifically for tangst-related things: my.tangst@gmail.com. Everything from this site goes there now. Hooray.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Owed to Love
Oh Love,
Rear not your hoary head.
Wander not with wretched rags
From plagued paupers bought.
How faithful are you, Love,
To leap and jump from
Couples to couplets,
Never staying longer than a last breath.
Were you so noble Love?
Selling your soul to
Patrons and patriots
Under the eyes of eagle, souls, and sun.
Where is your saga now, Love?
You launched a thousand ships,
Drove souls to drink poison
And propelled odysseys
Men once died for you, Love.
Now they but spit and grind roses in your name.
Have you sunk so low as Hell,
To do all but obsess o’er Heaven’s gate?
Maverick
08:48:53 PM
Dear you,
I want you to stay away from me, or at least to stop trying to get ever closer. I know what you're up to and I don't like it. Stop your advances right now.I'll only hurt you for the good of our relationship. I don't understand what I'm doing, so there is no way that you possibly could. I've known you for what seems like forever. We're the best of friends, or...we were. Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!!! I hate myself for this. What happened to buddy-buddys? What happened to just friends? You've taken over my mind. I dread seeing you. I rip you apart and find small things about you that I hate and I magnify them to keep me from loving you, but I don't think I can stop it. I know I'll just end up falling in love with you in the long run- we're perfect for eachother, but for right now leave me the hell alone! I want to like other people! NOT YOU. NOT NOW.
Sincerely, Me
What do I do?
Anonymous
05:56:55 PM
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
What is Life but a Perception of Action?
I wake up every morning realizing that I am living a lie. I hide my true self, my true feelings, from all but a few of the people in my life. There was a time when I became someone I wasn't in order to impress people I wanted to accept me. The people passed, and my friendships are no longer shallow, as once they were. But the self-created image has remained, building itself until I feel I am living two lives.
I have created around myself a tough-guy, devil-may-care persona, the person everybody knows me as.
Most who know me would never guess my true self, an introspective, quiet and reserved person fashioned in the style of hopeless romanticism. A fan of soft classical music and watching the stars on a clear winter night. Nobody knows me for who I truly am, and it is my fault.
The worst part is I can't let anyone know. Being burned in the past has made me reluctant to open up at all. If I could have the opportunity to change one thing in my life, it would be my sixth-grade decision, a new kid in a strange and unfamiliar school, to try and become something I wasn't. I often wonder what my life, friends, and relationships would be like today had I not made that choice.
Ok, wow that was a really long post. Think I'll take a break now.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Just a Random Query
Are any of the people that post on this site from a school other than enloe? sorry for being nosy, but i really would like to know. so speak up, anonymously of course.
PS...I don't really want to know what school you do go to, unless you want to post it. just whether or not there are any non-enloe posters.
thanx everybody
Why do I always fall for the wrong guys? I mean, he is so beautiful and considerate and nice, but (a) he has a girlfriend and (b) he treats me like the little sister of his best friend that I am.
And here's my best friend: her crush talks to her and treats her like he really enjoys listening to her opinions, even if said opinions are a bit wacko at times. He stares at her too, like he can't figure her out, and wants to know what she's really like. And he is quite handsome, in that dark and liquid-eyed way.
Damn. There must be something wrong with me.
Anonymous
06:54:07 PM
Monday, December 12, 2005
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Saturday, December 10, 2005
She and I have become good friends over the last year. I keep thinking about whether its worth pursuing that friendship to a different level.
Then I realize I have hardly got time for a "life" around the deluge of work that consumes me.
And yet, here I sit, taking time to angst on Tangst.
What's a guy to do?
Anonymous
08:37:58 PM
I'm really getting tired of everyone yelling at everyone else. I've left the comments enabled on all the posts to generate discussion, for everyone to support each other, not attack everyone else and leave comments that degrade the value of the site. Comments like "You're a sick fuck" don't do anything except make people alienated. If you actually think that, fine, I can't stop you. I'm not even going to delete your comment.
I don't think we should all be hippie, love everyone, the world is your friend types, but the comments could be a bit less harsh. Not nice, necessarily, not even supportive. Just less harsh.
One last thing - don't post as the original poster unless you are. That completely violates the inherent trust involved in the site.
So yes, continue to visit, leaving your thoughts, etc. Just know that I really hate intervening in the workings of the site. I don't like censoring your comments, but as you've seen, I will if I have to. The fact that I feel like I have to write this post makes me sad. Don't make me do it again.
Friday, December 09, 2005
Okay, here's my rant, which is fair because of its nature.
The people who post comments on other people's threads, on the main site, etc, saying stuff like "Um, there are people posting things not secrets" need to get a grip.
This is, for most purposes, a public forum, only where everyone is anonymous. Nothing more, nothing less. If I've never said "I like the color red" to anyone, why, then that's my secret and I can post it in the spirit of the site. If I have said it, you won't know! Because it's anonymous!
It seems to me like people resort to that argument when they're reading something that's uninteresting to them, that they're bored with, or that makes them upset. Fine, great, whatever. But don't accuse people of breaking the rules, just because you don't like what they have to say. It's whiny and obnoxious; no one makes you read any of the posts on here.
Of course, I can't tell you not to post those things. That would be hypocritical. I just thought it was fair to let you know that you're idiots, whether I can tell who you are or not.
Anonymous
06:35:58 PM
I love you so much. All I want to do is confess to you and live happily ever after.
But I know that will never happen. I know that telling you what I really feel will destroy us both, and everything we've worked for.
I tried so hard to be who I am not. I spent years building my reputation. If I were to tell you, all of that could be destroyed in the space of three words.
It would be worse for you, I know. It would break her heart, and she would ruin me, my family, and my friends. But I wish I could tell you.
I'm so sorry.
Good things come to those who wait
06:29:36 PM
Thursday, December 08, 2005
heather, correct me if i'm wrong, but...
i was under the impression that this site was like postsecret, where you simply post your secrets as a way to get it out.
but recently it's turned into "i hate school." "i hate being a virgin." etc.
those aren't secrets. that's complaining.
how about we go back to what it's supposed to be? i liked being able to tell my secrets to someone without being judged as a person.
Anonymous
11:17:29 PM
I miss when I was ugly and strange. Back then the people who said they cared about me actually meant it. Back then I had actual friends instead of casual aquaintances, and my relationships with guy friends were never awkward. I don't want to be another ugly-duckling-turned-something-else. I don't want to be easily accepted like I am now.
I miss when people didn't like me.
Anonymous
06:09:46 PM
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Maybe it was the other recent post that made me think of this, but I am really, really afraid of sex. The more I read and see and hear, the more it seems like I will inevitably end up A)rushing into sex too fast and against my will to please someone else or B) living a cold frigid life and becoming a cloistered nun. I used to think that option B really wouldn't be too bad... but I really like him now... I don't want to lose him just because I can't give him what he wants.
Those stupid sex ed videos-- they make saying no look so easy.
Anonymous
10:22:55 PM
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
I'm not who my parents think I am. I'm not right. I may have an extraordinairly high IQ, but I'm broken. I wish they could see that. I try so hard to fit in, to make them proud, to uphold our family pride, but I am the cracked pillar in the temple. Why don't they see? I need help. Help, before the stone crumbles, bringing everything down with it...
Anonymous
01:17:44 AM
Sunday, December 04, 2005
when did this site turn in to bitch central? any time anyone posts anything, granted some of them are silly emo stuff, they get shot down immediately. i mean i know who the main person doing it is...but he can't be the only one. this is a place where our secrets are shared and accepted...
Anonymous
10:38:59 PM
Sometimes, I feel like grinding my teeth and stomping like a toddler. I want a boyfriend! I want to have someone who calls me all the time and annoys me on my cell phone. I want someone who I can revolve my plans around. I just want...to cuddle in his arms and sweetly kiss him and feel his breath against my neck. I want to have endless conversations with him about absolutely nothing. I want so much and I give and give and have COMPROMISED so much in my romantic life, only to amount to nothing sustainable that I can think of.
I hate to leave it like this, but...sigh...good things come to those who wait. No one ever said how hard the wait actually is.
Anonymous
04:59:23 PM
Sometimes I think I'm insane. Just last week, I sat in class and and I saw a hand on my desk. It was moving, grabbing my pencil. I wanted to scream and then I realised that it was my hand. I never know what's real anymore. I'm broken inside, and I hold up a mask of paper to stop the other's from seeing the real me. I want to be normal, but I'm broken, imperfect, damaged. I'm terrified of what they'll say when I can't hold up the mask any longer.
Anonymous
03:32:44 PM
Sometimes, when you open your mouth, I want to kill you. I hate you and everything you stand for and everyone who follows you. And when you talk, I know that you're right and that you'd beat me to the ground in an argument of logic, and that just makes me want to kill you more. I bet you hate me too sometimes. But we'll never tell each other that.
Anonymous
12:19:37 PM
And I stomp stomp stomp in my big red boots. And I go to my room and I cry cry cry because my mom mom mom told me me me that I can't can't can't go stomp stomp stomp in my big red boots. So I'll cry cry cry in my big big big, red red red, boots boots boots until I can stomp stomp stomp all day long in big big puddles in my big red boots.
Anonymous
09:59:37 AM
Since this is all "Teen Angst" and everything, I find myself wondering why nobody posts saying "I'm going to kill myself". Instead, we get things like "Wah, she/he didn't call me. Boo hoo hoo. Wah wah wah. Cry cry cry." I'm not saying people should want to kill themselves... but if we're going for the whole.. emo angsty thing... well...
Anonymous
09:57:25 AM
Friday, December 02, 2005
Now we turn on the tv
But it’s so embarrassing
To see all the little people
I don’t know what they mean
And it was magic at first
When they spoke without sound
But now this world is gonna hurt
You better turn that thing down
Turn it around.
Well it wasn’t me says the boy with the gun
Sure I pulled the trigger but it needed to be done
because life’s been killing me ever since it begun
You can’t blame me cause I’m too young.
You can’t blame me sure the killer was my son
But I didn’t teach him to pull the trigger of the gun
It’s the killin on this tv screen
You can’t blame me it’s those images he sees
You can’t blame says the media man
Well I wasn’t the one who came up with the plan
No I just point my camera at what the people wanna see
Man it’s a two way mirror and you can’t blame me
You can’t blame me says the singer of the song
Or the maker of the movie which he based his life on
It’s only entertainment, and as anyone can see
The smoke machines are making man you can’t fool me
It was you it was me
It was everyman
We’ve all got blood on our hands
We only receive what we demand
And if we want hell then hell is what we’ll have
Now we’ll turn on the tv, but it’s so embarrassing
To see all the other people
Don’t even know what they mean
And it was magic at first
But let everyone down
And now this world is gonna hurt
You gotta turn it around.
Turn it around.
Anonymous
05:41:47 PM
Thursday, December 01, 2005
I've never understood the touchy-feely Ya-Ya Sisterhood-type lovey teary lifelong friendships that females create between each other, and I don't want to share this kind of relationship with anyone, especially not with her, no matter how much I mean to her or how much she loves me or how much like a sister I am to her. The feeling is not mutual.
But if I tell her that, she will probably kill herself.
Anonymous
04:53:08 PM
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
It's the oddest thing... A girl who told me she adores me, shows all the love to the world around her, save for one person. Me. In my case, she almost acts indifferent. She never goes out of the way to acknowledge me, or call, or anything. Seems like it's all up to me. Much different from when we were just friends. I suppose it's an indirect or subconscious signal that I am different, and she really likes me. But it's hard pulling encouragement from discouragement.
Anonymous
09:43:11 PM
I worship you, follow you like a puppy, eager to please and hoping for a kind word. I watch the sun glint off your earring and your hair, the same, glittering gold, as you kiss her on the balcony. I watch, and the tears slide off my face and pool in my hand. But you never see, never have seen, never will turn around and see me there, behind you. I know it could never work, and yet every time you call, my knees go weak as the silence stretches, threatening to snap. It could never work, and yet I sill follow you. I pray that she can make you happy, that she will not tire of you. I wish you a happy life, but know that I will always be here- only a footstep behind.
Anonymous
08:15:00 PM
well, i've been going out with my boyfriend for over a year and a half, and i love him completely. we were best friends for years before we started going out, and everything is so wonderful.
however, i met this kid in school, and he's really adorable and funny and cute, and sometimes i just have the urge to hug him or kiss him or cuddle with him, even though i know a relationship with him wouldn't work and that i'm completely happy with my current boyfriend.
i guess what i'm wondering if it's possible to love more than one person. i wonder if this is just affection/attraction or if it's... i dunno, something else.
Anonymous
07:46:47 PM
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
i'm posting my secret because josh told me to.
here i go being emo.
im sad. i thought i could deal with just being friends but like suddenly tonight im losing my mind wondering what he's thinking. he's said some things that make me wonder if he actually does think of me in a different light but is too shy to do something about it. its tormenting me like never before.
Anonymous
08:19:13 PM
Monday, November 28, 2005
On the topic of Politics.
People have bled, sweat and died for slavery as well. And I don't care for it either.
However, I will bleed, sweat and die for whatever I damn well choose, and should that be a life where I recognize politics only as a necessary evil, that I will do everything to avoid on any occaision, then you have no say in that, because you can go bleed, sweat and die for whatever it is you want to, but I got mine.
CajunExplosion
11:41:57 PM
I can't tell him to knock it off.
It's so horrible, what he's doing to himself, this isolation from the present; this refusal to believe the truth; this entrapment in a wish of what could have been (but will never, ever be).
And, what's worse is, it's because of me.
I stood it for three days over the holiday, heard his whining protests, saw the half-veiled hints, tried only perfunctuorily to ward off his advances, watched as my friend was transformed from his usual zany self to the most cynical of love-distraught guys.
Because of me. I guess.
I have a strong character. I've steeled myself before and been able to walk the hardest path to tell people what I honestly needed to tell them. Once or twice, I've even found the words to say to boys that--the great teenage euphemism for one of the most inexpressible feelings imaginable--I liked them. Isn't that supposed to be the hardest thing in the world to verbalize?
It's not.
Maybe Dagny left Eddie Willers looking out across that black expanse of train track because she was too much of a wimp to tell him.
I wonder how they spent Thanksgivings at the Taggart household.
Anonymous
07:54:46 PM
Sunday, November 27, 2005
I have the urge to kick, in the face, people who say that they don't care about politics because its all crap and bullshit, etc. . To me politics is more important than almost everything else, the right to be interested and involved in politics is what millions of people have struggled, bled and died for.
Anonymous
11:30:18 PM
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Friday, November 25, 2005
i saw a certain presidential candidate in the last election sitting across the aisle from me at a basketball game tonight, and it was all i could do to keep myself from walking up and saying "i don't support a single thing you stand for." kicking him in the shin, and returning to my seat.
i'm sure all of you know who this is now. fine by me, i just REALLY don't like this guy. and not even entirely for his political views. he seems to have a faulty character.
Anonymous
11:37:13 PM
Am I starting to like her again?
I sort of liked her last year when I was going through this weird cycle of liking one person after another in a sad attempt to get a girlfriend.
Then she found out, and we had the "we're just friends" conversation, and then we became better friends than we had been.
Now we're hanging out and talking more than we ever had before, and maybe I'm liking her again, but does she still think we're just friends.
Amazing how my persuit of women always ends with nothing, but the times I actually have meaningful relationships is when they fall right into my lap.
Anonymous
01:25:32 AM
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
(am I doing this right? Post as a comment here?)
What can I do? It's not like I try to be better, I just... I just am, and I hate to admit it. I get the homework done, I get the lessons, I somehow manage to pull pretty good essays out of somewhere provided I have a lot of caffiene availible. Why can't he? Why should he make me feel guilty for succeeding and making him look bad by comparison? Wish I could just not care... but he's my brother. How can I not?
Anonymous
10:03:00 PM
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Do you know that you make my day whenever you show the slightest interest in talking to me?
You're geeky perfection, and in you I just see all my faults. I don't expect anything from you. I wish you'd return my feelings for you, but I want you to be happy. And I guess I wouldn't bring you that happiness, even though I adore you.
Anonymous
01:49:16 AM
Saturday, November 19, 2005
but like i was going to say, guys, do us all a favor and dont take up space commenting on secrets saying "yeah that sucks" or "i've had that happen, it sucks." if you've got something good or constructive to say, do it, but dont just say "that sucks." that is no consolation to the poster.
ticked off.
11:26:14 PM
I'm going to get majorly attacked for this... and I know "this is what the blog is for". All the expression of "angst". You guys know what angst is, right? It's exaggerated feelings... being angsty = making too much out of nothing. It's good to express yourself... but damn guys, have some backbone and do it for real. Talking about it is like running away. Yeah, I know I'm posting here along with everybody else, but how else can I talk to all of the anonymous "Tangsters"?
Anonymous
11:21:50 PM
Friday, November 18, 2005
I guess I've never been in love before, because society says that I should be feeling suddenly awkward and tongue-tied when we're hanging out together, but I've never felt so happy and at ease with anyone the way I am around him. So what exactly is that?
PS: I'm especially confused because when we're walking together in comfortable silence, I wonder what would happen if I just kissed him...or said something...because that's pretty much what I'd do if we weren't such close friends.
Anonymous
10:45:51 PM
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Has anyone ever though about the fact that kissing is kind of wierd?
I mean, hand jobs, oral, sex, they all involve the sexual organs and that makes sense why it would be fun, but is kissing simply society's portrayal of it that links it so closely with sex that it's a turn on?
'Cause I mean seriously, think about exactly what's going on, it's kind of gross really.
And think about eskimos who rub noses to "kiss" is that the same thing all because of society?
I figured I'd put a sort of sex related topic on this site that's not really an angsty thing..hmm..maybe it's not going with the whole theme.
PChis
06:46:07 PM
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
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teh blogfather
09:24:57 PM
Sunday, November 13, 2005
i've gotten to the point where i'm so mad at my parents for never being satisfied with me that i think i'm TRYING to do badly at everything to spite them. show them i don't care what they think anymore.
i dont care what they think, but i do care what my friends think, and i do care about my future.
how do i make it stop?
Anonymous
07:11:24 PM
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Friday, November 11, 2005
Although I'm in a great relationship, I have a huge crush on a friend who I don't know very well.
I'd love to get to know him better because we have so much in common, even though I know that a relationship would never work, nor would I ever pursue one. I just don't know how to approach him without seeming sleazy.
Anonymous
08:40:07 PM
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Monday, November 07, 2005
REQUEST!!!
So, for the people who posted poems, can I submit them to ELO for Stone Soup? Because Chappell would need to know who you are, but they can still be published anonymously. E-mail me to let me know. Please, cause a friend of mine would be really grateful. So would I.
And yes, I'm submitting the one I wrote.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
okay in a more serious tone, I'm feeling terribly angsty in my position as a human being and the whole should I try and make something work when I really want something else sort of thing. Because I'm all for this _________
but I'm so much for this other more than them so I dont know whether I should pursue what I can or if I should try for what it is that I really do want.
CajunExplosion
09:44:52 PM
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Monday, October 31, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
I bet the spacing will be messed up. I got hit by some really angsty motivation, so I rattled this off. I'll be ashamed of it later.
We will stand in that room one day
a rosy room that smells of cinnamon
and frustration. and I will reach out my hand
slowly toward the wall; I should think
the pallor of its knuckles is alarming.
Once steadied I will ask you if I
can touch your face or pour the tea.
I’ll laugh because you don’t drink tea
ever since the time you spilled it
and the dark black stain consumed you.
and once among the apple trees,
while sitting in the verdant breeze,
i was sure not to make a sound:
i watched you lie upon the ground
placing a long and soul-wrought look
atop the burdened orchard brook
what dark regret that held you there
i now know not, nor do i care!
save that it was to think of me
and us: we two who cannot be
one? o say it so! else i shall die!
to be crushed by the silver sky…
One day
in that room
as fire sears my veins to ash
throughout the idle pleasantry…
I think I’ll laugh and pour the tea.
Anonymous
08:13:23 PM
Monday, October 24, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
i havent been on a date with my boyfriend in about two months because weve both been busy, but this afternoon neither of us had any plans and he was like, "umm im gonna hang out with some people from work." apparently he just went to hang out with two girls (i dont know them) for quite a few hours. he didnt even bother trying to contact me when he got home to talk to me since i havent talked to him all day. what the crap.
Anonymous
10:48:31 PM
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
So, going with the no name policy. There's this senior at Enloe who's really attractive to me. He wears tight shirts a lot, and tight pants. His butt is shaped attractively. He has really piercing, thoughtful eyes. Basically, I want to practice unabstainance with him. And I don't even know him. I can't even describe how attractive I find him. Ahhhh, he's so hot. What's a person to do.
::/teen rant::
Anonymous
12:22:58 AM
Monday, October 17, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Saturday, October 15, 2005
My life parallels Atlas Shrugged so much it's slightly disturbing. . . . . I see so clearly the Henry Reardon, Francisco D'Anconia, Ragnar Danneskjold, and Eddie Willers to my Dagny, and think most of them could recognize themselves as such.
. . . And I wonder if he knows how much he's my Galt.
Anonymous
12:10:06 PM
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
It appears as though I have no feeling to acknowledge him at all, but inside lies that desire to be friends with him after this long. Whenever we are both in class, I can't help but not look at him because I am afraid that he will get the wrong idea when I only want to see how he has become. Sometimes, it takes a few minutes to try and get the courage to finally glance over.
I just wish his head would turn too. Maybe my heart will be able to stop and start pounding all over again.
Anonymous
7:53:40 PM
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Well you were sitting around
Like you were looking for something to do
And I'd come strolling by
'Cuz that had been my situation, too
So I came up behind you
And leaned on the back of the seat
It seemed so long I talked with you
Before you were on your feet
And off again
In the wind
While I'll never know if you were real
You really taught me how to feel.
Anonymous
10:13:37 PM
Monday, October 10, 2005
A sonnet. Conform the words to the rhythm, not the rhythm to the words:
Your tears do not solve anything at all
They merely make your eyes puffy and red.
It does not matter where the droplets fall—
In public show, or in one’s private bed
They still have no pow’r, no magical charm;
Tell me when salty tears have done as much
As stopping death, disease, and physical harm,
Can tears mimic a mother’s soothing touch?
There is no plant which in that water grows
And there’s no beast that drinks from tear-fed streams
Would merchants trade my tears for food or clothes?
And could those tears fulfill my weakest dreams?
But then somehow still, down my dirty cheek,
I feel the trace of a droplet, a sparkl’ng creek.
Anonymous
09:51:47 PM
Inside this broken body
There's a heart that yearns for you.
And inside that broken heart,
There's a secret love that's true.
A secret that should not be kept,
And a lie to be untold.
Inside this broken body,
There's a hand that meets your mold.
Your fingers know the story,
And your eyes know my own face.
My broken heart is losing ground,
Your own's my saving grace.
Inside this broken body,
There's a terror to be swayed.
Because I'm so scared without you,
Unsafe and so afraid.
My fear, it does survive me,
And I'm wanting for your guide.
Inside this broken body,
There's a heart somewhere inside.
And even though it's broken
And even though it's cold,
I cannot think without you,
And my mind has grown so old.
I'm careless, unaware,
I'm kissing you away.
You're locked away, a memory;
And a memory you'll stay.
Inside this broken body
There's a stranger you don't know.
And inside that broken stranger,
Is the girl who loved you so.
Anonymous
06:45:59 PM
Life -- The Elusive Bitch
It's got its peaks
And its valleys
It's got its highs,
And its lows.
It's life,
The elusive bitch.
Why must it taunt me so?
She brings me happiness,
And joy.
She comes bearing euphoria,
And a laugh.
Then she beats me down.
He bears guilt,
And fear.
He hates my guts,
And feeds on my soul.
Then he compliments my style.
Why does life taunt me so?
It build me up,
Only to dash me against the rocks.