I keep doing it. Keep calling you.
I found myself calling you from the bathroom last night, while he stood outside, minding my drink and holding my handbag.
I hate me and my phone for doing it.
Best friend and colleague. He spent the best part of 2 years trying to get me into bed. I loved the attention. 100s of flirty texts exchanged everyday and never ending facebook/msn convos. I give in. Fast forward a year and a half and it continues and I don’t know what to do with myself. Read More »
I’m so ashamed, I can barely stand it. I didn’t do anything, and I didn’t do anything and that’s the part that is so awful. I was way too young I could say, my own personal excuse, I was born in the 70’s when all the horrors were still going on and I was unaware. I never knew and I never did anything and it’s haunting me. What could I have possibly done at 6 or at 10 or at 15…nothing but it doesn’t make the shame go away. Read More »
Today is the day. I’m excited beyond measure. But nervous, so nervous. And racked with self doubt.
Will it all work out? Who knows? Certainly not I. But I live in hope.
Just enough of a bad boy to attract me, just enough of a good boy to make me want to stay. Just enough of a challenge to keep me on my toes, just laid back enough to keep me happy.
You continually surprise me, and, in fact, I continually surprise myself. Six months to and fro, in and out, up and down… and I’ve loved it all. Thank you for asking me out that day. Thank you for still being here now. I love you x
(from The Lives of Others)
Mixed feelings to say the least, am happy enough but I dread telling my family, can’t bear the looks of disappointment has been three years since our first and I was twenty one gave up work etc to mind her and now sorta feel like I’m back to square one again.
After all that time, I’ve finally worked out that I just needed to let go. If only I could have worked this out six months ago. The relief that came with this realisation was really overwhelming.
Today I’m not only happy but totally stress free. Now that the hard work is done, It feels about time to start enjoying life to the full again.
I keep getting this urge to go out and try out all of the things that I’ve been missing out on. I crave new experiences. I have a new urge to learn.
Another’s Life is a blog with a unique anonymous format that came out of another project called The Lives of Others.
This site has no connection to the Lives of Others project, apart from the format that we use. This site is being run by a completely different set of individuals. Our aim is to keep this anonymous format alive.
- The idea of this blog is that nobody, even the participants can know who write what post.
- We all use the same account.
- There are no profiles, no usernames, no traces of individuality, behind the scenes.
The reason?
- To give the ultimate freedom to share or to speak, to mention the unmentionable and to explore feelings and emotions that difficult to share even with close friends.
- The challenge now is to live up to the structure and concept.
- Only time will show if this project will generate real, true thoughts and feelings that otherwise would remain unspoken
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