I can’t remember who told me about PostSecret but it’s become one of my favorite blogs. Each entry consists of a postcard that someone sent the curator to post. They are beautiful postcards with intriguing confessions.
post secret
To blahblahblah,
If you wanted to kill yourself, your saying you would “get off your computer, do something about it, and get over it” just because someone else could be worse off. How, I want to know how someone can suddenally STOP feeling that way. Since when did financially well off people loose the right to have problems?
If you loved and lost, how do you just get up and change your brain?
I realize a lot of the posts here are “boo-hoo he fucked someone else” but beyond that there are important messages, of truth, and depth that some one mustered up enough guts to send out into the world and they surely dont need your mockery.
So why dont YOU take your stereotypes of all of the people who come here and do something about your problem with us and dont come back.
I’m losing all of my friends.
I met my soul mate after 30 years.
He was amazing. The ying to my yang.
I slept with him and it was terrible so I dumped him.
Now I wish that I had stayed with him because I haven’t had sex in so long I can’t remember.
To Annoyed
Sometimes I just like to stir the shit pot…. looks like I got you all riled up there didn’t I. LOL Just keep swimming in your self pity and I’ll keep pissing you off, just because I can… at least if you’re angry you aren’t feeling sorry for yourself… WAY TO HAVE A REAL EMOTION!!
I tried to kill myself four and a half months ago. It didn’t work.
And the fact that it didn’t work is one of the only things on this Earth that pisses me off so much I just want to do it again.
I got out of the psych ward about ten days later. But I never really left.
I tried to kill myself four and half months ago. It didn’t work. Next time, I won’t try.
I was released from the psych ward after about ten days. But I never really left.
My body is eighteen years old.
I want to start a new life, i want to be someone somebody and somewhere.
-thenutcracker
i really agree with u.
lifes a bitch.
n so are certain ppl.
I am addicted to tattoos because I promised to stop cutting myself.
5 years ago I used to wish my dad would move away and I’d never have to talk to him agian, just so I could connect more with the music I listened to.
Now he has, and won’t speak to me, and all I want is to be able to tell him I really do miss him.
Sometimes I hate my mom for telling me my dad never wanted them to adopt me. But then I realize how much I love my mom and I’m glad she loves me.
I hate her boyfriend, because he takes her from me. I’ve never even met him.
I wish I had the courage to go off on one of my best friends. She makes me so angry because I know she is completely fake. But I know I’ll never say anything.
I wish I had the faith to be a Christian. But when I think about how easily I could pretend to be one, better then my friends who claim to be devout, it makes me question why I would ever bother.
Everytime I think about her it makes me hate her. It also makes me want to kiss her one last time.
I love Valentines day, it is my favortie day, I like it more than my birthday, and for every Valentines day I have been single, except for this past Valentines day, and I hated this past Valentines day because I was his.
maybe I like to want to be loved,
or maybe it’s just becuase he won’t be here
somedays I still wish I would have never met him.
I love Valentines day, it is my favortie day, I like it more than my birthday, and for every Valentines day I have been single, except for this past Valentines day, and I hated this past Valentines day because I was his.
maybe I like to want to be loved,
or maybe it’s just becuase he won’t be here
somedays I still wish I would have never met him.
Ten days ago, I told my married colleague that I’m in love with him and have been for over three years.
It was a very upsetting revelation for both of us. I don’t know if he’ll ever really forgive me…
The truth is, that even if it took years, I’d be willing to wait for him…
The sad part is that he probably would never even consider me…
my kindof boyfriend broke up with me on valentines day and worse of all i had to hear it from his friend. i feel like i dont have the right to be angry because we were never official, but it makes me angry that for at least 2 months he was using me.
however, the day after i went home for the weekend, spent time with old friends and it was brilliant the way they immediately stuck up for me and told me he didnt deserve me. i think thats more important than a stupid ‘kindof boyfriend’.
I lied when I said I didn’t love him, because his friendship is more valuable to me than anything.
We started out friends and im not gonna lie. It was great. It was wonderful. I was happy. Then I guess we became more. I never realized how lucky I was. We were like that for a while. Then you stopped calling and things got a lot worse and I kindda realized what a huge jerk you are. Wow. I will never let anybody treat me that way again. EVER. Don?t you get it? I now totally realize that all you were doing was using me? emotionally and physically. Do you really think im that stupid. Wait I guess you do, you?ve told me that more times than I can count. Yeah I missed you and sometimes I still do. I miss what we had not what we have. But right now I have just realized that I am so incredibly over you. Wow?. You were and are so wrong for me. there is someone out there who is so much better and who will love me for what I am. So yeah, I guess this is good bye. Im sure you’re a “good” person? just not a nice person and that what counts. Jenny can have you.
LillyJoe
Be sure you say that to his face… you’ll feel empowered and he will be shocked!
im trying to stop hurting myself so i bought a new skirt
i have to stop to wear it so the marks on my legs dont show
its still winter so i figure i still have time
i really cant stand all but one of my friends
and the one i do like neve talks to me anymore
i think i cover up how lonley i am by being a whore
i say i wite poetry but every time i try nothing comes out and i end up throwing it all away
i miss the days of my eating disorder and self harm because i had control over it.
i change myself, everything including my actions to the way i dress, according to the people im hanging out with that day
just so they will like me
i miss having my shink, she cared
i dont like having friends over because my family is embarising
i make out with all my guy friends to feel like i am loved
i hate the tv show i am watching.
for four years, i’ve been bulimic but i’m still fat. and i’ve gained weight too.
one hundred forty fucking pounds.
i hate myself.
When my boyfriend says hes going to leave me.. I cry to get him to stay.. Even though Deep down inside i want him to go
i love him so much. He has broken my heart four times, and the last time, i almost killed myself. Im young, and if i try i can have any guy i want, but i only want him. Im afriad the next time he breaks my heart…i wont hesitate to take ALL of the pills…just so he will finally know how much i love him.
I had sex with my boyfriend after being with him for only a day
I tell my mum she’s fine how she is but I go to weightwatchers with her because I hate the way that I am, I can’t look in the mirror without bursting into tears, I try not let it worry me but it does, when I’m drunk it goes away and it all feels better. On valentines day it was the anniversary of the day I started to cut myself, I wish I could make the cuts deeper but I’m scared my parents will find out. My Dad thinks I hate him, but I miss how he was before the accident, he means everything to me, as does my mum and if they found out I think it would kill them
im waiting for a day when i feel good..
I feel doubtful, fearful and depressed. I thought I had things figured out, but now I feel like everything I knew has fallen apart. Now I’m waiting for the day she’ll tell me it’s over.
I only feel beautiful when I am alone.
My Aunt mails me speedway gift cards to use for gas to come home and visit with my family, but I use them to buy cigarettes.
My boyfriend thinks I’ve stopped cheating on him, but I’ve just gotten better at it
There is a rumor going around work that this guy I work with is cheating on hig girlfriend with me. Thing is, I wish it were true.
i got ahold of my boyfriend’s blogs in secret, and i just read that he has feelings for someone else
i cant tell him that i’ve read it
at this moment- i hate him.
I really want to cut myself. Right now. I know that you would never forgive or understand if you found out.
And of all the people, you know me best.
I don’t know what I’d do without your love.
I hate myself for being so dependent
I want you to read this.
I’m too good at hiding my feelings, yet I want you to see them.
i wish i had a life worthy of having a secret to tell.
i love seeing my own blood
i don’t want a boyfriend who’ll love me, i want someone who’ll use me
i tell people that i had sex with my ex and hope they’re completely discusted with me
i hate people who complain about their parents splitting up because i remember how crap my life was before my parents did
i hate people who complain about their mom because im jealous that they still live with theirs
i really want something bad to happen to me so that i have a reason to be so angry and messed up
but i dont
I have tons of friends, they’re all amazing, and I have a loving family.
Still, I truly wonder who would cry if I died tomorrow.
For the last 8 weeks, as soon as I am away from her, I have been sitting here waiting for her to phone me. Hurry!
i think i may still be in love with my ex boyfriend and i wonder what it would be like if we were still together…even though i have a boyfriend of a year.
Get off the damn computer – go read some buscaglia – then go do something constructive. Whiny ass nobodies. You piss me off. Sit here in your own shit. Ain’t nobody going to help you but you.
I’m tired of trying to be perfect, of trying to live up to everyone’s expectations.
Everyone says I’m really intelligent and could have top marks if I tried. Thing is, I don’t want to try because I get more attention like this. It gets them worried about me. But at the same time I know I’m not intelligent enough and I’m scared I’m fail this year again.
Instead of studying Biology I’m here and I don’t know what to do.
I’m scared my boyfriend is only using me for sex. I told him I loved him but I’m not even sure. I think I may have just gotten used to him. I don’t know if I should break up or just try to see how it goes
I should have agreed to go out with him so that i wouldnt feel so lonely
To blahblahblah
HA.
You “anti-apophenia” kids do get me “all riled up” but not in the way you think. It’s more of a funny irony that you guys come here, try and tell everyone else how to live their lives and yet you just keep comming back for more. Maybe its YOU that likes being riled up, even if its caused by annoyance. One way or another you ARE one of us.
I dont have self pity by the way and theres no way for you to know what, if anything, I have posted in the past. So kindly stop talking out your ass about things you have no knowledge of.
What is a REAL emotion? It seems you think if someone is sad and expresses it then they should just get over it and they have too much self pity (which is an emotion, just so you know) I guess everyone in the world should keep everything bottled up inside to meet your expectations of what human emotions really are, and how they should be delt with. Then NOT get online, ever, because poor children elsewhere cant, but you can of course…your the exception to all of your rules.
I tell him he’s like a big brother to me and I think he is…But I can’t stop dreaming about marrying him and our life together.
It scares me because I don’t want to think of him that way.
I wish he would find the girl of his dreams so I would stop imagining him with me.
I made a postcard, but didn’t send it in.
It said
‘Every time I’m happy, I get scared that she’ll come along and ruin it. Just. Like. Before’
I sent it to the person who it was about.
Now, my mum knows how I feel about herand has promised never to hurt me again.
Problem is… I don’t believe her.
im negative.
I’m in love with my boyfriend!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m scared you’ll realize that I’m not everything you think I am.
The funny thing is, I don’t even know what I am. The game is getting old, but it seems as if I can never let go and just be myself.
I don’t know me.
A few months ago, I was severly depressed and probably would have killed myself but didn’t have the courage, I finally got out of it I talked to this girl that was my best friend, until she dumped a year before me which made me even more depressed, and she helped me realize that there was something better…
now she’s depressed and I want so much to help her through it all, even though she abandoned me when I really needed her…
To annoyed
it’s interesting that you assume the only things I post are comments under this name… that I don’t feel exactly like everybody here and perhaps the comments I have made under this name are more to myself than anyone else… perhaps I like the thought of someone, anyone challenging me, as you do, and that I feed off of it… lol… did you ever think that by bantering back with me, you give me a reason to wake up and get on the computer and type something rather than cutting again, rather than taking the pills lol did you ever think that I hurt myself so much that I strike out so that someone else will hurt be simply because I’m to tired to keep doing it alone??? no I didn’t think you had… well I just wanted to say thank you for caring enough to involve yourself in my misery… thank you for giving me someone to scream at rather than screaming into the emptiness of myself… I believe I love you.
To blahblahblah,
Indeed I did think that. I may have my many, many faults but If something is worth my effort, I have to speak my mind. As I typed my earlier response I thought in the back of my mind that we, (although I dont know you) seem some what alike. Both mysterious in ways (because I assumed that if you came here more than once you probably had posted other things) The things I have posted are all on different names besides the ones directed at you. And we both seem to be plagued and blessed with the inability to hold our tongues when feeling challenged and cant just accept what has been said. I too feel the need for challenge, in this world everyone seems the same. Clones of the same boring lifeless individual somewhere walking around, and I stand in the middle thinking “These people are that I have to work with? Im supposed to find friends out of them? I’de rather be alone.” I dont pick a verbal fight unless I care about the topic but I always rise to the occasion and its exciting to me to feel something again, I suppose you could say its exciting to me, to feel a real emotion.