| SECRET #7 |
[Sep. 30th, 2007|03:57 am] |
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Sometimes people tell me I make good jokes.
Truth is I never have. |
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| SECRET #6 |
[Sep. 30th, 2007|03:46 am] |
I've tried to kill myself seven or eight times since I last wrote here.
But, since this is a place of honesty, I didn't really try very hard; I just wanted attention. |
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| SECRET #5 |
[Aug. 24th, 2005|07:54 pm] |
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My first crush was Emily Harrington. She was totally cute. She sat across the room from me in first grade and we had the same sweatshirt. I tried to brush up against her in gym one time.
On Valentine's Day I put a stick of gum in her cubby. She asked if I had put it there. I said no. |
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| SECRET #4 |
[Aug. 9th, 2005|09:39 pm] |
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I did not stop wetting the bed until I was 14 years old.
My Mother forced me to keep the plastic liner on my bed until I was 15. |
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| SECRET #3 |
[Aug. 6th, 2005|01:08 am] |
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This is the best my hair has ever looked. |
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| SECRET #2 |
[Aug. 2nd, 2005|09:43 pm] |
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I tried to dig up Oliver, my dead dog, because I wanted to have his skull to put on my desk so I could still see him every day. Unfortunately his body was still very much so in the process of decomposing and it was really, really gross. I think I scarred myself. |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2005|12:52 am] |
"In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo."
My name is Jeremy. I have been talking for about 20 years now. I was over my friend Rob's tonight, hanging out, and everybody was talking and talking, and it was all useless bullshit. How do we talk and talk and talk and never really say anything? And if we are all listening, who are we listening to?
I cannot support these pretensions. This here is an honest place. What would happen if every day, little by little, we were truly honest with each other? I know I am only one man, but atleast now I can say, I have been honest. Let's start to really know each other. I'll take the leap, break the ice-- I'm not afraid. I will share with the world all of my deepest, darkest secrets.
SECRET #1: When my dog died, I cried for a month. It was last September.
Take care. |
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