| | 15926 | | When I slip, I post. I did well now since May, it's October. I avoid SF. | | | | | 15925 | | I usually post something on your birthday just in case you look, this year I didn’t because I thought it might help. Nope. May 23. | | | | | 15924 | | These active shootings need to stop. People need to grow the fuck up and if they are so mad at the world they can't handle it they should either seek help or just take themselves out rather than ruining the lives of innocent people. | | | | | 15923 | | Landed in SF and drinking on the plane was dumb. I’m a mess. Need to get to my hotel and pretend I’m in fucking … anywhere but here. Goddamn. | | | | | 15922 | | One of my friends died suddenly a few days ago. 49. Heart attack. Incredibly sad. It makes me miss you, SJB; I think I know now or have accepted that we'll never speak again. | | | | | 15921 | | November 2nd till December 20th. I blame the earthquake. Having said that that video with the get it off my chest song (?) left me breathless. My father imagined a life for his brother who died. He told me this before he died. I thought it was incredible. Occurred to me that I've been doing the same thing with you for now ... going on 11. Always. | | | | | 15920 | | November 2nd. Not bad. I went a long time ... I have been to SF, and of course when I flew in I flew right over your town. The map was kind enough to let me know. A sleepless night, a lot of agonizing wishing for wishes and all of that but I made it out alive. Made it to now had to check. I'll care forever but I'm going to continue to leave you alone. So sorry about that one digital slip ... creeping on your socials. Sorry for the intrusion and everything else. | | | | | 15919 | | july 25th. i rewatched the 'creeping on my socials' video to remind myself that this is a one sided hang up. "Just Let Go" is what you told me.
| | | | | 15918 | | May 30th till july 4th. not bad. not great but getting better. What I do now is I imagine you discovering all this, figuring out that its me posting here, that i'm hung up on you and then i imagine that you think its funny. that if you could, you'd tell me how stupid you think i am for all of this. it helps if i imagine - and its probably true anyway - that you hate me. | | | | | 15917 | | may 30th. a week ago, i knew. did well too, tried to keep it out of my head. then this weekend i caught some tough news, a dear friend has died and my whole self went to you. I wait for may 23 every year. | | |
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| | \di·vulge\, v. i. 1. To make known (something private or secret) 2. Archaic. To proclaim publicly
the idea is for anyone to anonymously confess to anything. it actually feels kind of good to know that someone will read it.
this is completely confidential. no information about you or your computer is stored. in fact, we only collect the text you type, the date, and a random number.
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