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Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. Tell me about your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. Tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you continue to come back here. Tell me anything. Tell me what you really think of me or yourself. Anything.

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Date: 2008-10-28 07:52 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
My lady.

I must, in a relatively short space of time, express several things, foremost among them being my hearty wishes for your continued wellbeing. I find myself deeply moved by your troubles when they occur, and hope that you continue to bear up under the pressures of your new life as well as you have been of late.

Alas - my time already grows short. Allow me, then, to congratulate you on your talents as a wordsmith, and the recent success of your expansion of said talent to the world of stand-up. I find your enthusiasm for writing inspiring in has been a trying period for me, creatively speaking. I regret deeply that I will perforce absent myself from any further developments in this second sphere, but trust that you will keep me informed as to how you progress.

I must take my leave of you. Rest assured of my continued goodwill.

Sincerely yours,
A FRIEND (wow, wonder who this is?)

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Date: 2008-10-28 08:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] atomicat.livejournal.com
Have you seen that Dr. Who episode where he brings down the PM with six little words? "Don't you think she looks tired?" Well, I can destroy someone with six simple words...

When I was in a coma, dying, my cousin drained my bank account and used the money for crack cocaine. When I got out of hospital she was still around, mildly apologetic but that's about it. Swore she was off the stuff and all that, yadda yadda. She still continued to leach off my parents though, my dad being a soft touch. Then I found out that she had gone back to it. I decided enough was enough and I had to cut this bitch off from our family. That was one of the reasons I moved up here, to force the situation. She was forced to work for my parents, renovate the house for sale thus working off some of the debt she'd accumulated, and went into rehab. If she ever does stray from the path though I can put her down with six simple words.

She'd had a son who she no doubt ignored all through his childhood. He eventually was shot in the back by a guy who's house he was trying to break into. Way to raise a family you bitch! Then to make matters worse, she had another kid, and having a kid just to replace the one you lost is some seriously fucked up shit. Disgusting beyond the pale. This is the type of woman she is. She of course kept her other son's ashes in one of those container things. Before I left to come up north I did something, something that she never need know about, but if she does ever go back to fucked-up mode, or try to get her hooks back into this family I can destroy her with six simple words...

"I pissed in your son's ashes"

And I have the seal, the tag from inside the urn to prove it. She need never know, but I've read my Machiavelli, and one lesson from "The Prince" is to never give someone a small hurt, if you are going to hurt someone make sure you hurt them so badly that they will never even think of being around you. And that is my story!

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Date: 2008-12-06 01:28 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
i stumbled across your lj while looking for people at royal holloway and having read your userinfo i've realised i've met you and you're on my floor (ahaha this is pretty much the creepiest comment i've ever left...), and i can't decide whether to add you or not. HMMM

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Date: 2009-03-09 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
A few people know my mum died when I was 15, they don't know that it was me who walked into the room and found her collapsed on the bed, those that do know seem to forget.

There, thats my anonymous comment.

On a lighter note I adored the comedy kink meme, lots to read.

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