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

I love anonymity. So far, I've argued three different viewpoints in the class rank thread, and nobody's the wiser


Anonymous
10:20:43 PM

im sorry for the pain ive caused you. i know youre more hurt than ever before.
im sorry for getting your hopes up. i thought it would work out too.
im sorry for the wasted time. so much to do, so little time.
im sorry that i have to let you go.
im sorry.


Anonymous
09:21:36 PM

WHY oh WHY do all my teachers have to have like 8 things due every day this week.


Anonymous
07:12:10 PM

Whoever was posting earlier got his or her wish. The one who was like "I want dramatic emo angst"


Anonymous
06:44:37 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

He never called me back.


Anonymous
07:04:03 PM

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

I think someone just suggested having sex with me. In a semi-serious manner.

...that's a new one.


Anonymous
09:44:26 PM

And all at once it hits me: My life has become a boring pop song and everyone is singing along.


Anonymous
06:26:44 PM

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

the whole anti-class rank petition thing bothers me... i under stand the viewpoint, but i definately don't agree with it


Anonymous
11:45:50 PM

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

Argh. I could take the chance and tell him . . .

. . . or I could just drag it out further.


Why's it hurting me so much? It's him the one I have to shoo away.


Anonymous
09:34:12 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