urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:philophobic_kphilophobic_kphilophobic_kphilophobic_k2009-05-17T20:07:55Zurn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:philophobic_k:854Secrets Secrets Are No Fun, Secrets Secrets Hurt Someone.2009-05-17T20:07:55Z2009-05-17T20:07:55ZNone, for once in my life.<br /><ul type="disc" style="margin-top: 0in"><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I don’t think I love you.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I was felt up at a dance by some kid I’ll never see again. And I did nothing.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I’m scared of everything.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I’m scared I will never have an orgasm.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I am not a virgin.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I say I’m an atheist. But I think I’ve just convinced myself that to be unique.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I try so hard to be accepting, I think I end up making myself look like a racist.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I’m bisexual.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I used to be homophobic.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I tried cutting myself. And I hated myself after because I was too scared and too much of a wimp to go through with it until I drew blood.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I am addicted to male-male erotic fanfiction.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I contribute to half of the gay pornographic fanfiction out there.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I don’t miss you.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">At your funeral, I wasn’t mourning you. I cried for my cousin, the innocent little girl forced to grow up too fast that you left behind.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I can never forgive you for screwing up your life so bad that your daughter never got a childhood.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">The girl I want to help, to stop from committing suicide and popping pills, is really the girl who I talk badly about behind her back, so I can have more friends.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I’m a diehard fan; I know every possible thing about this band. And I think I took up my obsession to mask my loneliness.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">Every time I’m about to leave the house, I clear my computer’s history, in fear that my mom will find the things I’ve written or read or seen or laughed at and think I’m some sex-obsessed freak. But I probably am.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I don’t have a true best friend, except for my boyfriend. And he’s the one I’ve kept the most secrets from.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I’m terrified of being alone more so than anything that could happen from a horror movie.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">My first sexual experience was with a girl in third grade who I haven’t spoken to since.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I can strip and pole dance surprisingly well.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">People think I’ve stopped lying. I’ve just gotten better at it.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I only let you because you made me feel wanted.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">I don’t want to let myself fall in love because I’m too scared of heartbreak.</li><li style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">Last year, I went completely emo, not because I hated myself, but because it was the trend. No I really do have a reason to hate myself.</li></ul>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:philophobic_k:700philophobic_k @ 2009-04-03T15:10:002009-04-03T19:10:52Z2009-04-03T19:10:52Z<br /><span class="normal"><img alt="0324091938.jpg" src="http://us.mg3.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f50332%5fAI7HtEQAAYZuSclv%2fQiDnQd%2bC0Y&pid=2.1&fid=Inbox&inline=1" /><br />The bowling ball butt.<br /></span>Bloo: mybest friend's cat. Ll