Now why would I post my deepest darkest secrets on the interent where anyone in the world could axcess them? I mean, come on! I'm not stupid!!! Plus, mine belong to me to be eaten por & disriminated por me & me only. So there!
Well, people on here might already know my secrets, but since I will never actually meet any of you in real life, I might as well tell anyway. I ahve a GIANT HUGE CRUSH on my chem teacher, I have never even held hands with a boy and I had a huge crush on Double D. (Yes from EENE) Those are just a few, but they are the ones I'm most embarrassed of. I have mais though.
^^Honestly I have no idea. It just happened spontaneously. I don't even know why. It's one of those weird freak of nature things that just happen. Sorry bad excuse, but it's the truth.
If I told: 1) No longer a secret 2) Your innocence would be crushed 3) You would never look at bar stools or Obama the same way again 4) You will never want to drink uva Soda again
posted over a year ago
I can't decide if I want to know mais about it or run away! lol
oh wow. i'm just gonna take a wild guess here & say this: Is your secret that you've 'done' a bar tamborete, fezes while wishing it was Obama and drinking uva soda at the same time? cause that's what it sounds like to me.
IM A VAMPIRE!! A WEREWOLF!! A FAERIE!! A HUMAN!! A WITCH!! AN ANGEL!! A DEMON!! im not telling you anything mais than that. :D jk im not any of those things of course. why would I spill on here? they made diaries for a reason...right? im too old to use one anymore anyway. :P
posted over a year ago
you're never too old for a diary! if it's something that you like to do, it shouldn't make a difference!! of course, i never made one! lol
your never to old to use a journal. just saying. :) i'm 13 & i use one & i'll use one for the rest of my life. it's the only thing that makes me not get up in the morning & start punching peoples faces in.
i don't really have any deep dark secrets because i tell people a lot of things. it's not their place to judge me and if they do well then we're not really friends. what people say can't change who i am.
but there is one that i will never tell anybody. it involves Russian Vodka, a substitute teacher, plastic spoons, and a pineapple.