Check out these fucking artichokes.

[ionic]

So close to being back in the realm of the living. Just have to study for and take my Greek test by tomorrow. I was actually kinda proud of the paper I handed in this morning, which is rare for an English paper despite that being my minor (I am overly critical of my writing forever, even when I make As); let's hope it doesn't go down in flames. I'm also in that state of exhaustion where everything is hilarious, minus the phone call I got this morning.

2-for-1 meme deal!

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.

Post anonymously. Speak honestly. Post as many times as you like.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Sometimes I wonder if the only reason I don't seriously consider transitioning to the other gender is because I won the fucking lottery in terms of the societal approval I get for the body/gender I have now.

[ludicmelody.livejournal.com]

You'd think I'd at least have an inkling as to what you want to be/working towards being after all these years, but I still don't know. D:

[chiasmus.livejournal.com]

Don't feel bad -- neither do I! XD;; The ultimate goal is to become a professor someday so I can just take classes and sometimes annoy my students. Right now I'm just working on completing my degree and getting to graduate school within the next couple years. :O

[(Anonymous)]

I want to write emogoth poetry

[(Anonymous)]

I'm convinced that I will not make it through this next year alive. I've been so depressed that I can barely take it. I don't tell anybody because there's nothing that anyone can do and also, I don't want them to assume that I'm suicidal. I'm not suicidal. I'm sick all of the time and, even though two doctors have told me what is wrong and it isn't fatal, I'm convinced that I'm going to die.

It is all very irrational. The rational part of me knows that it isn't true.

I feel like I'm too old to have dreams. I feel like I lost my chance and now I need to settle into a life of doing things I don't want to do.

And I have a massive thing for someone on my flist. She is with someone that is on my flist. I feel like an asshole.

I adore you, btw. I read your entries because they are always very interesting, but I worry that I'm going to end up off of your flist at some point because we don't have a lot in common, fandomwise.

Sorry to dump all of this on you.

[chiasmus.livejournal.com]

*HUG* I can't know the full extent of your situation, but from what it sounds like I can sympathize with the irrational fears.

It's very rare for me to take anyone off my FList because we lack common fandoms. I mostly keep people's journals on because I want to read them for the people, and the fandom stuff is just an added bonus. Most of my entries these days are about school or strange things I find on the Internet anyway, so I'm glad to hear that they're still interesting to someone else. XD;;