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
I know that I’m beautiful. I hate what I look like because people can’t seem to see further than my face.
To blahblahblah,
I think it is wonderfully honest.
I admit to having a really good day, free from any kind of anhebriation (sp?)
I admit to smoking too much because I feel like its all I”ve got left
I admit the more my scars fade the more alone I feel.
I admit to feeling more creative when im not happy and that thought brings me back down again.
I admit to feeling invisible and liking it that way.
my boyfriend told me he loved me the other day. i still think about my ex 24/7 who is my absolute BEST FRIEND. i swear i’m in love with him… but i’m just not real sure what love is.
i wish he’d just stop getting stoned. i miss the old friend i used to know…. why is it so hard for me to just tell him that?
I know you’re in love with me Brendan. I can see it in everything you do and every time you look at me. Im in love with you as well and it kills me that you can never know… because it would kill my husband.
I met the love of my life at the age of 5. We were best friends until i moved half way around the world. Now we have lost touch. I never told him that I love him, and it kills me. He is the person I am going to marry. I just know. Who else could you just sit with for 40 mins not talking and then say that was the best conversation you ever had. The thing is, I am too afriad to talk to him again and tell him because, what if he doesnt love me?
After I was abused as a child I am finally happy. Truely nothing in life could be better.
I have had my best friends since 1st grade.
I have a boyfriend who says I love you and he means it.
I have quit smoking after 4 addictive years.
I only drink now socialy.
I have perfect grades and I am not stressed in college for once.
Life is good life is amazing.
Oh and my boyfriend is now my fiance.
It took me 20 years to get over you Mom and Dad doing that to me. So screw you I’m happy and I just want to tell the world.
I am happy. I am happy. And this time I actually mean it.
i always leave my essays until the last minut…right now its 1.30am and i’m halfway through an essay thats due in tomorrow…argh!
dammit
i love someone else.
i tried to kill my second child when i was pregnant with him…..i couldn’t afford an abortion….and i didn’t want another child.
i love him more than anything in the world now.
I had sex with someone I knew I was not in love with three times while my boyfriend was away for a year. My boyfriend has remained faithful and thinks I havn’t had sex with anyone but him.
My boyfriend and I began dating while I was a camper and he was a counselor at a local summer camp.
Im Sending in my Secret. But here it is in advance.
I talk to my ex more than my boyfriend. I think im still inlove with him.
You may think you know… but you have NO idea
I’m the young woman standing behind you in line at the grocery store, eyeing the newest “Support Our Troops” magnet. The look on my face is complacent and my head and heart are miles away on some military base I’ve only had verbally described to me over the phone.
I’m the young woman in the car next to you with the windows rolled up and the radio set to one of the local country stations playing “Letters From Home”. You can’t hear it because you’re talking to your girlfriend or boyfriend on the other end of your cell phone or in the passenger’s seat. You catch a glance at the “Support Our Troops” magnet on the back of my car but don’t realize when the song says, “My dearest love it’s almost dawn/I’ve been lying here all night long/Wondering where you might be”, my heart breaks a thousand times.
I’m the young woman who visits the Army girlfriend’s web site over and over at odd hours of the night trying to find some kind of comfort for that lonesome feeling that has settled in the pit of my stomach.
I’m the young woman who has fought an inner battle, trying to accept the path the man I love has chosen but supporting him and his friends 100% in the decision they have made.
I’m the young woman who bursts with joy when the phone rings and it’s my man calling from half a world away to say how much he loves and misses me.
I’m the young woman who will willingly sacrifice my family, my friends, and my home to follow a man clear across the country.
I’m the young woman who never asked to be in this situation but deals with it patiently and without complaint.
I’m the young woman who swells with pride everytime I see my Army Infantry Man standing tall in his uniform.
I’m the young woman who spots an Army sticker, license plate, or flag and feels a connection with its owner, hoping that maybe I’m not alone in this melancholy, sacrificial situation.
I’m the young woman who hates war but knows it’s a necessary thing.
I’m the young woman who supports our troops, regardless of my own opinion of the president, because he is still the boss of the man I love, and because he’s the man that our troops are fighting under.
I’m the young woman who tries her hardest to go about her everyday life. Who tries to concentrate on my job and the chores and errands I have to do daily and not on the emptiness I feel.
I’m the young woman who hates sleeping alone. Who closes my eyes and pretends that the man I love is laying there next to me with his arms wrapped around me.
I’m the young woman who tries not to miss him, who tries not to cry whenever I hear his name or even the mention of anything to do with the Army.
I’m the woman who is terrified that the love of my life will be sent off to war never to return.
I am many things.
A niece
A sister
A friend
A cousin
A daughter
A co-worker
A grand-daughter
Most importantly I am a woman in love with an American Soldier!
GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS!!!!!!!!
i’ve been hurting myself since i was a child.
i’ve been cutting for 10 years, starving myself for 6 yrs., throwing up for 2 years.
i am afraid of the world, of everyone, even my own family. i don’t think i’ll ever feel safe on earth.
i don’t have friends because i’m scared they will scare me, or i will scare them.
i sometimes wish i could pack a bag, and disappear…or do something huge to make a difference in the world..save a life…
i constantly think i am being watched.
sometimes i think about what it would be like to be dead, if it’s what is best.
Posted by: justme at February 6, 2006 08:36 PM
Save your life.
Please. Just save your life first.
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To all the broken hearts:
I am a stranger, but I know your pain.
For the abused, the cutters, the suicidal ones,
I have shared that pain as well…but the greatest pain of all is knowing that it exists at all.
Do not measure yourself with another’s yardstick, you will NEVER measure up.
YOU ARE YOUR OWN MEASURE. Stand Strong.
I have cried over every posting here because I can’t help and I so deeply want to.
My secret is: I cry at everyone’s pain.
Find Peace.
I’ve been married for 6 years and Iam bored with my husband,we have two great kids and I try to stay strong for them.I want to be with other people.
i am so bored with my life ive resulted to smoking marijuana 4-5 times a day to keep it interesting
I hate this. Why don’t you just kick me in the inside? You’re a coward for not going to the doctor with me. It is YOUR actions as well.
Lisa – you are a heartless wench.
oh and Travis, you ARE a liar.
I’d like to tell you all about it.
I’m tired
That wasn’t me
It happened
I wish your headstone
would just become
mine
I am so tired
I know what I know
I know what I know
This is the last time around
I’m tired
I’m so tired.
JUST LET ME SLEEP
LET ME SLEEP
LET ME SLEEP
LET ME SLEEP
LET ME SLEEP
You may think you know… but you have NO idea
I’m the young woman standing behind you in line at the grocery store, eyeing the newest “Support Our Troops” magnet. The look on my face is complacent and my head and heart are miles away on some military base I’ve only had verbally described to me over the phone.
I’m the young woman in the car next to you with the windows rolled up and the radio set to one of the local country stations playing “Letters From Home”. You can’t hear it because you’re talking to your girlfriend or boyfriend on the other end of your cell phone or in the passenger’s seat. You catch a glance at the “Support Our Troops” magnet on the back of my car but don’t realize when the song says, “My dearest love it’s almost dawn/I’ve been lying here all night long/Wondering where you might be”, my heart breaks a thousand times.
I’m the young woman who visits the Army girlfriend’s web site over and over at odd hours of the night trying to find some kind of comfort for that lonesome feeling that has settled in the pit of my stomach.
I’m the young woman who has fought an inner battle, trying to accept the path the man I love has chosen but supporting him and his friends 100% in the decision they have made.
I’m the young woman who bursts with joy when the phone rings and it’s my man calling from half a world away to say how much he loves and misses me.
I’m the young woman who will willingly sacrifice my family, my friends, and my home to follow a man clear across the country.
I’m the young woman who never asked to be in this situation but deals with it patiently and without complaint.
I’m the young woman who swells with pride everytime I see my Army Infantry Man standing tall in his uniform.
I’m the young woman who spots an Army sticker, license plate, or flag and feels a connection with its owner, hoping that maybe I’m not alone in this melancholy, sacrificial situation.
I’m the young woman who hates war but knows it’s a necessary thing.
I’m the young woman who supports our troops, regardless of my own opinion of the president, because he is still the boss of the man I love, and because he’s the man that our troops are fighting under.
I’m the young woman who tries her hardest to go about her everyday life. Who tries to concentrate on my job and the chores and errands I have to do daily and not on the emptiness I feel.
I’m the young woman who hates sleeping alone. Who closes my eyes and pretends that the man I love is laying there next to me with his arms wrapped around me.
I’m the young woman who tries not to miss him, who tries not to cry whenever I hear his name or even the mention of anything to do with the Army.
I’m the woman who is terrified that the love of my life will be sent off to war never to return.
I am many things.
A niece
A sister
A friend
A cousin
A daughter
A co-worker
A grand-daughter
Most importantly I am a woman in love with an American Soldier!
GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS!!!!!!!!
ou may think you know… but you have NO idea
I’m the young woman standing behind you in line at the grocery store, eyeing the newest “Support Our Troops” magnet. The look on my face is complacent and my head and heart are miles away on some military base I’ve only had verbally described to me over the phone.
I’m the young woman in the car next to you with the windows rolled up and the radio set to one of the local country stations playing “Letters From Home”. You can’t hear it because you’re talking to your girlfriend or boyfriend on the other end of your cell phone or in the passenger’s seat. You catch a glance at the “Support Our Troops” magnet on the back of my car but don’t realize when the song says, “My dearest love it’s almost dawn/I’ve been lying here all night long/Wondering where you might be”, my heart breaks a thousand times.
I’m the young woman who visits the Army girlfriend’s web site over and over at odd hours of the night trying to find some kind of comfort for that lonesome feeling that has settled in the pit of my stomach.
I’m the young woman who has fought an inner battle, trying to accept the path the man I love has chosen but supporting him and his friends 100% in the decision they have made.
I’m the young woman who bursts with joy when the phone rings and it’s my man calling from half a world away to say how much he loves and misses me.
I’m the young woman who will willingly sacrifice my family, my friends, and my home to follow a man clear across the country.
I’m the young woman who never asked to be in this situation but deals with it patiently and without complaint.
I’m the young woman who swells with pride everytime I see my Army Infantry Man standing tall in his uniform.
I’m the young woman who spots an Army sticker, license plate, or flag and feels a connection with its owner, hoping that maybe I’m not alone in this melancholy, sacrificial situation.
I’m the young woman who hates war but knows it’s a necessary thing.
I’m the young woman who supports our troops, regardless of my own opinion of the president, because he is still the boss of the man I love, and because he’s the man that our troops are fighting under.
I’m the young woman who tries her hardest to go about her everyday life. Who tries to concentrate on my job and the chores and errands I have to do daily and not on the emptiness I feel.
I’m the young woman who hates sleeping alone. Who closes my eyes and pretends that the man I love is laying there next to me with his arms wrapped around me.
I’m the young woman who tries not to miss him, who tries not to cry whenever I hear his name or even the mention of anything to do with the Army.
I’m the woman who is terrified that the love of my life will be sent off to war never to return.
I am many things.
A niece
A sister
A friend
A cousin
A daughter
A co-worker
A grand-daughter
Most importantly I am a woman in love with an American Soldier!
GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS!!!!!!!!
The cancellation is the latest setback for NASA, which has been forced to delay science missions to focus on developing a new manned spacecraft to return to the moon in the next decade.
The project was capped at around $371 million, project scientists said previously. But scientists asked for an additional $40 million last year.
The Dawn spacecraft was supposed to lift off in June on a nine-year voyage to two of the solar system’s largest asteroids, Ceres and Vesta, which reside in the main asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter.
Asteroids are believed to be remnants from the solar system’s formation about 4.5 billion years ago, and studying them could provide clues into how the sun and planets formed.
Dawn would have been the first spacecraft to orbit the two asteroids, which scientists believe formed in different parts of the solar system and had different evolutionary processes.
Dawn was part of a NASA program called Discovery that aims to explore the solar system on what the space agency considers to be a shoestring budget. The program includes the Stardust mission, which returned to Earth in January with samples of comet dust.
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One out of every 200 pregnancies is ectopic. Although the fertilized egg is not cradled within the uterus, the embryo continues to grow and expand.
Most ectopic pregnancies occur in a fallopian tube. Without treatment, the tube can rupture. That can cause many serious problems and sometimes death.
Four of out 10 ectopic pregnancies occur in women between 20 to 29 years old. Over 75% of these cases are caught before the 12th week of pregnancy.
you will never see her again.
girls, keep breathing.
keep breathing.
Dear God,
Please forgive us for we have sinned.
Now can we get this over with?
I was lucky it wasn’t ectopic.
bled right out of me.
I’m sorry for all of you women out there who have no one who will support you. Who will be there for you as much as you have for them or for the time you spent together. I’m sorry your husbands, boyfriends, fathers bailed when you needed them the most. Do you find that the sons of those men do the same when it comes down to crunching time? I want to say so much and I don’t know how to stop. I’m afraid if I step wrong something bad will happen and it will be my fault. It’s not in your hands, it is in God’s. Is it? I don’t know where you’re at, or what you’re doing, how you’re living or why you’re not here. Why aren’t you here?
“you always say everything happens for a reason”
oh _ off f that one to the ground. Everything happens for a reason, that’s a crock. You say there is a reason there’s a war and tsunamis, and there’s a reason George Bush got re-elected. Shit goes wrong because there’s evil in the world.
And maybe it’s not divine.
Maybe it’s just evil.
Posted by: Unknown at February 28, 2006 08:16 PM
It’s been four months since I’ve felt like this.
I know that we’re completely wrong for each other and that nothing will ever come of this, but I just have to say-
I think I’m falling for you again.
..i wonder if this is you..
i wonder if you still remember the nights we took a ride in your car cause i wouldn’t tell you where i lived.
i wonder if you still remember the night we stayed in the parking lot, just talking about stuff.
i wonder if you still remember the days we spent just making faces at each other all during orchestra.
i wonder if you still remember the day you asked me to hang out with you indirectly, even though i had gotten back together with somebody.
i wonder if you know that it was you who kept me from staying with my boyfriend a lot longer than we did.
i wonder if you still remember the times when i’d finally tell you where i lived, and you came into the driveway, and kept me from going into my house for 15 minutes, by trying to not let me hug you, but give up in the end because you knew you wanted to hug me, too.
i wonder if you still remember..
because i definitely do.
i am still desperately in love with you. i cannot understand why, because a few weeks after i lost my virginity to you i had found out you were only using me, you had lied that it was your first. i was your second. you hurt me over and over again, and then mended all my wounds just by coming by my house and giving me a smile. you are such a jerk, and yet i cannot let go of you. i sometimes dream that we’d get married, and have 3 great children, and i’m only 16. i dream that we’ll travel the world together, playing our instruments, composing duets for ourselves. i dream that i’ll see you again very soon, in the pouring rain, and we’ll spot each other across the street, realize that we’re each other, and we run to the middle of the street.. link our fingers together, declare our undying love for each other.. and live happily ever after.
but i know that would never ever happen because you’re such a player.
and i reiterate; i am still in love with you. that is my secret.
I want to lose myself, you were the one person that I’d lose it too, but I lost you, it was my own fault and I am still madly in love with you. I can’t help it. I think I might lose myself to someone else, but I am scared that its all just a way to forget about you.
Every one of my scars has a reason, the reason is you, which leads back to me, which is the one who let it all go.
The truth is I fell in love the first time I met him. Everything about him was true. We knew each other for a month, then started going out. A couple months later I let it all go, I loved him too much. Now I regret it so much, because I am afraid he’s fallen in love with someone else, it hurts to know i’ll never have him back.
i hate milk…yet i drink it twice a day, and i only drink because i promised him i would to make my bones healthier& whatever (i have 2 scoliosis curvatures in my back) now that were over, i cry when i drink milk but i still do it because i promised and i still love him despite the crap he’s put me through
-14 the crazy milk-hating popular girl who’s other secret is that she has scoliosis
She knows that I have a crush on her
but she doesn’t know that sometimes I think she’s lesbian
My secret is that i envy the teenage mohters out there i want a baby more then anything in this world i would do anything to have one. (im only 16)
pstttt i have a secret tooo……. i don’t like buying cd’s because i fear that the cashier is mocking my taste in music
i write a letters to you…i write things i would normally tell u on the phone but u never call anymore you pretty much pushed me aside and forgot about me…but to hold onto you in my heart my plan is to write 100 letters
(i already wrote 5), i am going to seal them up and leave them somewhere…hopefully you will find them…if not i hope somehow you will know
secret:
i hate going out becasue im always judged by my apperance
Load the best music in mp3 as well as the last movies of Box Office.
Secretly, i wish my parents were divorced.
I still cant trust you, even though i love you
I wouldnt cry if my friends left me.
I always dream of running away, live a starved life,do drugs, die young, in a pool of my own vomit, just to make me feel real.
I skip classes to avoid awkward situations.
if you have been near me, i have stared at you, and picked out what is wrong with you.
Even if i tell you that i am ok, i have a list of what i want to do to get my revenge.
Even when i am high, i am still to scared to tell you the truth.
I am jealous of people who can waste their life away.
Just found out that a friend of mine died yesterday. Thinking of all the words that I failed to say to him, words of friendship that he needed too hear. What really sucks is that I was too busy to say them. Too busy to simply thank him for being such a good friend, to tell him that he did make a difference just by being here, whether he knew it or not. I hope he knew that.
I’m 45, and married with 4 children. I’m in love with a 17 year old girl. She is a good friend, and knows exactly how I feel, but doesn’t want to be more than friends, ever. It hurts so bad I am considering killing myself to end the longing I feel for her. I’d give anything if she’d change her mind and be with me as a lover.
My Dad took pictures of me naked when I was ten. I hate myself for that.
I recognize the parents in one of this week’s postcards. The person who sent that to you may want to know that her parents might have chosen to quit speaking to her for different reasons. I for one know for a fact that the sender is quite abusive to at least one of her children. I tried to give the child of which I speak opportunities for a better life. The sender was so completely consumed with self that the child was made to fear its existence. Maybe the sender ought to recognize the damage being created and move forward toward healing the whole overall family unit. 🙂
i love reading bathroom stalls
i love reading bathroom stalls
i cant eat infront on my mom without feeling critized.
My boyrfriend smokes crack and I act like I don’t know. He also beats me. I won’t leave him because I don’t want to be alone.
I am 29 years old. The only sexualised dreams I have had for the last three years or so revolve around acts with old people…
In the last one that I can remember I was displaying my sexual prowess by pleasuring my dead eighty year old aunt from behind whilst placing my thumb up the asshole of her friend to try and bring her to climax…
I’m sure this is wrong.
i will do anything to get someone to like me even if it means going agianst something i truly belive in and truly respect…such as post secret……i fucking hate myself for that!
when i have to make decisions i pray that i could lock myself in my room and hide under my covers and wait for it to just pass so maybe someone will make the decision for me.
sometimes i dont wear my seatbelt and pray i get into a car accident
sometimes i wish that something tragic would happen to me…just to see if anyone at my school would even care
i told you about my cutting cuz i thought u were mature enough to handle it bcuz u went through the exact same thing…i now realize that u didnt even care and u’d rather just push me aside….i hope something happens to me and you will feel guilty for leaving me the way you did just so that everytime u look into her eyes you will se me and you will feel the exact hurt that i did