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[Oct. 12th, 2004|04:18 pm]
BETTY MOONSHINE
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I think I did this once awhile ago, but no one commented.
So make this time a little bit more intereresting, eh kids?

Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously.
A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love; anything.
Make sure to post anonymously and honestly.
Post as many times as you'd like.

PS/EDIT;

Kathleen hanna
You are Kathleen Hanna. You are observent and
aware. You are concerned and as nice as can be.
You'll do anything to make a statement and
aren't afraid to talk about issues other people
ignore. You've had some issues but music is
your therapy.


Which punk rock goddess are you?

But of course!
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 05:30 pm (UTC)
I can remember way back in the summer between 7th and 8th grade, I went on a three week trip to Corpus Cristi Texas to visit my aunt and uncle. I was alone with these people for three weeks! Three! All they ever talked about was Jesus Jesus Jesus God God God etc etc. Well, they took me to the Trinity Lutheran church every Sunday. And I guess they had told the pastor that I wasn't one of them, the week before I left, because the pastor made a sermon that I knew was directed at me. Soemthing about deweeding a field and how this relates to the Christians and non-Christians. The non-Christians being the weeds. Every time he would say some zinger against non-Christians, he'd look directly at me. Eventually, after two hours of this insulting fecal matter, I opened up a Holy Bible that was directly in front of me, and flipped to the back and wrote a rather and drew a disgusting picture of Jesus having his head chopped off by a demon, with a cruel little poem at the bottom which I can't remember for the life of me now. Then I crossed out the word Holy Bible that was on the front of the book, and wrote "Satan's Cruelest Joke" and put it back.

Two weeks later, when I was back in Idaho, I recieved a phone call from the pastor. Saying how what I did to that Bible wasn't funny, and how I'm going to hell for it, and blah blah blah. I then said that if everything he preached was true then there would only be a hand full of people in heaven. After a very long discussion, I agreed that I'd write him an apology.

Four years later, I still havn't written it. And I don't intend on ever doing it.

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[User Picture]From: sweet_charades
2004-10-12 06:24 pm (UTC)
I ♥ you, and I don't know why.

I'd do exactly the same thing.

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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 05:45 pm (UTC)
I always tell girls to love themselves and not care about what other people think. I am the biggest hypocrite in the world. I'm so insecure about myself and my body and I can't help dress to impress other people. I want attention. I want people to admire me. I want people to envy me. I'm so uncomfortable in my own body that I'm afraid to be myself. I'm a fake and a liar. There's probably nobody that I've ever met that I've been completely honest with.
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 06:19 pm (UTC)
I've been a raging bulimic for over a year, with only a short "recovery" period. No one knows, not even my roommates.
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 06:21 pm (UTC)
The Spill Canvas is my saving grace.

All hail the heartbreaker.

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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 06:30 pm (UTC)
I lost my virginity at age 19, and the day after, it was the oddest thing, because it was as if I all my life I had seen in black and white; now I could see in color. I went in the backyard and snapped photos of fruit because their colors were suddenly all so vivid to me.
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 07:21 pm (UTC)
I regret many things I have done, even though I know I cannot change them. It makes me cry a lot. When bad things happen to me, I feel like I deserve them, because I feel I am only recieving an equal dosage of shit that I give out to the world.The person Im with doesnt deserve me, they deserve better. I should not have such nice things as this person, and what they mean to me.
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 07:50 pm (UTC)
I hate you!!! Sorry!
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[User Picture]From: hushchild
2004-10-12 07:53 pm (UTC)
Who are you!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
TELL ME, BITCH!
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 08:49 pm (UTC)
lets see....once at a hotel in pheonix i got mad at my dad and hit him really hard. then i went into the bathroom and listened to music and didnt come out all night long. i dont even remember why i hit him. but i felt very bad afterwards.

the other night i had a dream about a guy named george. He said, "---, I love you more than i have ever loved anyone." and i said "gee george, thats so sweet" and gave him a big hug. i woke up in a cold sweat. its these kinds of things that make me question myself. you know i've never had a sex dream about a GIRL? in all my dreams i decided not to kiss the girl or get naked and freaky.

ugh. im disgusting.
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 09:17 pm (UTC)
I hate myself. I always have and always will. I try to avoid telling people how inconfident and self concious I am because I think they will hate me more then I think they already do. Ive made lists about everything thats wrong with me, they are pages long. Im an extremely jealous person, which only leads to bad things and me feeling like shit. I think about killing myself but would never have the guts to go through with it. This is just depressing me now and I want to go cry. I like the anonymous thing since I never write anything honest or important in livejournal.
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 09:36 pm (UTC)
Anything I say will give me away. Someday I will meet you on a street corner and wont know who you are...I will pass and the moment to say hello will be gone. But Ill never even know it was there...so nothing will be lost.
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[User Picture]From: hushchild
2004-10-13 10:25 am (UTC)
It will be just like The Butterfly Effect.
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 09:51 pm (UTC)
Wow after reading many of these, I thought to myself how sad because I'm sure that each and every person who hates themselves are truly special maybe even special to me and I just want to say that God loves you all and even if you don't love yourself... someone else does.
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 10:04 pm (UTC)
You really should eat.
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[User Picture]From: hushchild
2004-10-13 10:24 am (UTC)
I do, silly.
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 11:20 pm (UTC)
I'm very sensitive to what people are thinking, but even when I know what's going on in someones head, I find it hard to actually care. I act like I do, because I know I should, but I get so bombarded with peoples problems, I've been desensitized to it. So...I guess that it just makes me more of the person you should talk to, because nothing you say can suprise me all that much.
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[User Picture]From: hushchild
2004-10-13 10:24 am (UTC)
I'm that way a lot too. But I think for me it comes more from the inability to do anything to make their life better than being desensitized.
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-12 11:48 pm (UTC)
So this one time I was at a zoo and I was walking through the bat exhibit. It was dark. I kneeled behind this trash can and I lured a small kid behind the trash can with me. Then I proceeded to put my hand over the child's mouth so he couldn't scream and then repeatidly stab him. Then I quickly walked away as a crowd gathered. Then someone yelled "Is there a doctor here." Lying I said I was a doctor and I went and looked at the kid. I told everyone to back away so that I could put my hand over the child's mouth suffocating him, making sure he died without everyone noticing. Once I told everyone he had died I casually walked away.
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[User Picture]From: hushchild
2004-10-13 10:23 am (UTC)
And then you got attacked by an ebola-infected hybrid of monkey and rat, and turned into a zombie.

An hour + later, there is a fantastic ten minute lawnmower scene.
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-10-13 12:12 am (UTC)
I threw up today. I do nearly everyday, sometimes more than once. I'll even plan what I eat because some things are easier to throw up. Sometimes the urge to binge and purge is uncontrollable. I don't know why I do it, it makes me feel strong and weak. I have never admitted it to anyone, even myself.
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