The Strangers Project

Entry #0574

ehdom — Sat, 28 Apr 2012 06:33:53 +0000

I will love you. Just wait. OK?

Entry #0573

ehdom — Sat, 28 Apr 2012 00:33:53 +0000

Over six billion people in the world and I have never felt more alone. I have always been a caring person to those whom I have encountered, but I find myself being rejected by love time and time again. I thank my mother for the opportunity of life she has given me, yet she does not want to share our lives. I bless my father for supplying my every whim and fancy, yet he does not support my thoughts. I have given every ounce of my heart to the boy that cleared my suspicions of unrequited love, only for it to be returned in two pieces. I live with eight other girls, yet they all talk badly about one another and I can’t help but think they do the same of me. I have yet to find an everlasting relationship that contains true, genuine happiness thus making me question: If those who are supposed to, don’t love me, who will?

Entry #0572

ehdom — Fri, 27 Apr 2012 18:33:53 +0000

My parents divorced when I was 6, I was an only child. My (very) wealthy parents were vile and worked 24/7. One day, when I was 17, my mother came home very drunk and violent. When I tried to stop her from coming in the house she shoved me against the wall and began to choke me. I called the police. She was arrested. She lost her job and her house. I watched her go to court for a felony and a misdemeanor, which she pleaded not guilty to, saying I made the whole thing up. She still blames me for “destroying her life.” My father wants me to move to California to live with him, but I don’t have the heart to tell him that I still want to mend a relationship with a mother who was never a mother—a woman who never really liked me.

Entry #0571

ehdom — Fri, 27 Apr 2012 12:33:53 +0000

I’ve lived on the streets for five years now, surviving by begging and selling drugs. I try to be the best person I can, but I’ve made my fair share of mistakes.

Entry #0570

ehdom — Fri, 27 Apr 2012 06:33:53 +0000

I’m 25. When I was younger I thought that I’d be doing great grand things by the time I reached 25. I thought I’d be married, with a kid or two to a great guy who had a great job and supported my art career. The reality of my 25. I’m still in college trying to “find my voice”, I’m confused about reality and this “real world” experience and what Life is really about. For me right now I find life meaningless and pointless. Watching people Live is as simple as from A to B. “A” being born and “B” dying. It’s what happens in the middle, what people Live for, that is what I find so bothersome now. I feel nothing. I want to do nothing and I really don’t want to be doing this for the next 60 years. I wish I could go back to my childhood self and tell her to never grow up too much. To always find the childish humor in everything. Don’t rush into being an adult and have fun. Because I don’t want to continue to go on through Life with my trunk of junk and the idea that all I’m really living for is to prolong death. I do want to Live. But no one has been able to explain to me how that’s done.