hmmmm. this sounds like fun.

[lunesque]

I know I don't really pay attention to memes, but this one was really interesting.

Post anything that you want here, 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. Then, put this in your LJ to see what others have to say.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

You're logging my IP address, but that's okay, because I don't think I really have anything negative to say, except you're not around enough...

[moriavis.livejournal.com]

oops! I'll fix that!

Then you can say anything you want at all! *grins*

I feel like I'm around too much, a lot of the time, though. I think that's because I check my friends list compulsively, and forget to update. ^^;;

[(Anonymous)]

I wish I knew you better.

[moriavis.livejournal.com]

Really? *is flattered*

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to second that. Since you never post, and we don't talk in IMs, I feel like I could know you a lot better, but I don't...

[moriavis.livejournal.com]

I'll try to make an effort to post more often, then. ^^

And go ahead and IM me! I don't mind! <3

[(Anonymous)]

I'm secretly afraid of never being good enough at anything or for anyone, no matter what I do.

[moriavis.livejournal.com]

So am I.

[(Anonymous)]

I feel I'll never be a good enough writer.

I don't think I'm really that poetic, either.

I probably make a better fangirl than writer, but a writer makes a better fangirl.

[(Anonymous)]

I am afraid of amounting to nothing at all.

If I knew you, I think I would write your name on my palms and press them to all the beautiful corners and edges of my life, the sunrises, the passages in books. You are far more wonderful than you give yourself credit for.

You probably know who I am. *smooches*

[(Anonymous)]

I think the *smooches* did it, because I'm pretty sure I know who you are and man, if you amount to nothing, then I am dust gathering on your windowsill.

... now Mori probably knows who I am too. >:O

[(Anonymous)]

*smooches you too*

I think the >:O did it for you. *laughs*

[(Anonymous)]

*pokes you* Bwahahaha, you are [EDITED] <33333333333

[(Anonymous)]

I have secret words.

You're one of my secrets.

[(Anonymous)]

You take my breath, and then supply it in the form of laughter.

There are a thousand things about you that I wish were actually things about me. In other words, I covet who you are.

[(Anonymous)]

I think you think too poorly of yourself. And that makes me very sad.

[(Anonymous)]

I hide my writing because I feel ashamed.
It will never be good enough, people will laugh, they'll offer to help but i'll make excuses and go cry in the back of the library.

Without my facade I don't exist.

[(Anonymous)]

You haunt me because you're everything I could want to be when it comes to writing, but you never think that way.

I'm almost scared of you sometimes because your genius is so striking I don't know when I'll feel inferior but I love you anyway because you never seem to notice and don't hold my faults against me.

[(Anonymous)]

You're one of the nicest people I know.

I remember when I first read your poetry. It made me want to go cry. You induce emotion so well.

[(Anonymous)]

I am afraid of never accomplishing anything significant, of failing in one way or another, of disappointing people and their expectations of me. But somewhere I think I've lost sight of who has the higher expectations: others or myself.

In my opinion, you are far more talented than you think you are - and shouldn't be so hard on yourself. Sometimes reading your stories and poems is like watching flowers bloom from outside a fence around a locked garden.

[(Anonymous)]

Right now I'm afraid of what I've done...

I'm afraid that I tried and gave it all of my heart and that by doing this I will find that my souls work isn't good enough to be rated within the smallest amounts of tallent... I don't want to go and hear the results because I feel that If I never know the real answer I can always dream that all I've ever had to please was myself... I don't want my heart torn apart and rated along with everything else... Because, I know that everything I have done so far was crap. I wasn't trying and my heart wasn't in it. Those times I expected to fail, and one of those times I did. But this time, this time I really tried,and gave it my all. I haven't been eating or sleeping properly because of my immense want to see what I create and what I really love about it... But, now it's on the line, being judged by people who don't really care, and I'm left only with dread.

WHY ME!!!!!!!

[moriavis.livejournal.com]

*loves you* It'll get better soon. Trust me--I do the same thing with my writing that you do with your art. <3333

[(Anonymous)]

I feel the weight of a guilt that lives within me, caused by the knowledge that some of your problems may be there because of me...

[(Anonymous)]

there is an emptiness inside of me that i am afraid can never be filled.

a hollow where my broken heart would be if it weren't littering the floor of my emotions and slicing thin slits of temptation against my wrists [the right way].

but it is lighter and smoother around the edges after being run through with the water of your laugh and the ever present impression of your words.