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[mrsronweasley]

I'm probably asking for it, but I am a bit bored at work, and my Anna did this, so here we go:

Comment Anonymously. Tell me secrets about yourself, something juicy, something gossipy, something fun, something sad. Tell me you hate me, tell me you love me, tell me you love her, or him, or it. Just tell me things!

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[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

I read this at work, and it's been on my mind eversince, and I keep going back and forth on how I feel about it. I'm upsettingly curious about who you are (I have ideas, of course, but nothing concrete), and also, generally...upset. Not in a bad way...just...

you're losing some of the 'you' that I love. In some ways you seem younger than when I first knew you, and I think it's because you're escaping here so often.

This is one of my greatest fears/suspicions of already having come to pass, and now it's sort of been confirmed, and it's scaring me to death. I don't want to lose myself in this bullshit, and I don't want to regress. I keep thinking that yeah, my life sucks right now, but I'm taking certain steps toward making it better, but then I realize that I only think about doing that, and don't actually do anything. I'm terrified of the future. Completely terrified. I'm terrified of right now. I know I need to change things, now, rather than later, but there are certain things I can't change right now. I can't move out. I can't leave my job. I don't see any way of doing that right now. Just...I don't know. Thank you for your kind words, even if they scared the crap out of me. I want to know who you are, but obviously, anonymous is anonymous, and fair enough. Thank you. If we haven't talked in a long time...I'm sure I miss you. I miss quite a few people.