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 hate being black.
Im not sure I will ever love him because I think I’m asexual.
I cut on my leg so people won’t see the scars.
i’m talking to you on the fone write noww:) read thiss i know your on the site….my still favout=rite song from avril lavigne is “complicated” yeah i do say alot of shit about her like how she is a poser and what not but i DO like her music
P.S i am downloading it right now bcuz i feeel like listening to it:)
I hate my father for abandoning me. Even though I still see him and talk to him, I just want to hit him every time.
I don’t know which of my “friends” are fake and which ones are real.
Sometimes I want to die just to see who will cry at my funarul and miss me.
The BIGGEST secret of all:
I am 16 years old and am dying. I have cancer and have less then a year to live. No one in my small Iowa town knows but my family. I don’t tell my friends or classmates because I don’t want their pity and them to act like they like me when they don’t.
I am not scared to die, because I want people to know how I feel. ALONE.
HAHAHAHAHAH amanda ur soooo kool avril lavigne is poserr n u can go download her music cuz u noo that ima make fun of u 4 eva 😛 lol n u n mr. whats his name can have a argument about it 🙂 ps dont forget about kelly clarkson
My step-dad molested me when I was 14. I’m 27. My mom stayed with him after she found out and still always chooses him over me. She lets him call me names and disrespect me and my children. I hate her for not loving me enough to chose me. WHY COULDN’T SHE LOVE ME?
I have a fiance that I love. But I am still desperately in love with someone else. If the other man would have me, I would give up everything to be with him. He says he loves me all of the time, but he’s married and won’t leave his wife because of the kids. They don’t even live together anymore, so what’s stopping him? I feel like such a terrible person for even having these feelings. My fiance loves me more than anything. He would do anything for me. But here I am, so willing to break his heart to mend my own. Is that selfish?
When I found out my rival was sick with anorexia… I was glad for a moment.
my dad died of smoking… lung cancer
my mom died of alcohol abuse becuase of his death.
now i smoke and drink badly…. cause its the only way I can get to them faster in heaven…… thats how much i miss them.
i love you mom and dad. hope to see you soon
Im in love with my husband but he is in love with flight simulator,so he ignores me.Last night I made love with a man im not in love with because he tells me all the things my husband wont say.This morning im sick to my stomach thinking about what I did.
I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. I live each day for you.
I wish I’d never met you. It hurts to love someone so much and not be able to be with them.
I miss you.
I wrote a lie on this website just to see who would write back.
i feel damn fucking lost now.
my lifes feeling so damn empty i dun know what to do anymore. i wish for nothing but death and maybe for that glimmer of hope, love.
those thoughts running thru my head are juz so numb and painful, it hurts.
sitting all alone in this room, thinking abt my fucked up life. i used to be able to cut myself numb from all the pain.. but i foolishly got caught. i tried smoking.. n i tink im now hooked..
i juz cant forget the pain. i cant forget the past n its memories. and how much pain i caused other ppl too. now that they have left..
im here.
all alone.
to busk in my own solitude and self pity..
i want to get out of this hell.i wanna start again. or juz end this totally.. i lost my will and strength. im wanna juz hide frm life.
i act like i love my friends but inside i think they’re sluts,whores,and bitches
I wish I were anorexic. Then I’d at least be skinny.
I hate my life. I wish I were dead. The trouble is, I’m too busy pretending that I’m happy for everyone else.
My ex-husband used to beat me….. I wish he would have just finished the job.
my friends found out i cut myself. they said it was attention seeking. i dont call them my friends anymore. my bf is the only thing keeping me alive. if i lose him im afraid my life will go with him.
i went to a catholic school for 8 years, prayed more then once a day, and went to church nd made communion and reconciliation. I DONT BELIEVE IN GOD
i got addicted to cutting myself. i had to do it at least once a week, now i think im finally happy, iv finally kicked it, its been three weeks since iv done it, but i still have the 37 scars to remind me, im scared that as soon as i get dumped it will start again.
i posted the last three comments.
I don’t know the difference between love and infatuation.
I think that I could be a reublican.
I read smut.
every night before i go to sleep i cry because i miss my best friend who moved away. but before she moved away i would ditch her to hang out with cute boys.
i like feeling when people compliment me making me feel superior, so for that moment i can leave the insecure little girl behind and feel good about myself.
i had sex with some random guy for 35 dollars.
i regret it everyday.
i have disordered eating.
and i am obese.
my family has no clue that i want to die, nor that i cut myself. they think the fact that i am always laughing/cracking jokes means i am happy or something. its just my way of hiding the truth.
i think i could be in love with my best friend, but sometimes i’m not sure.
i’m jealous she has a life outside of me.
and my name isn’t gwen.
I hate most of my best friends
I feel like I’m unable to be confident in myself
My parents asked if I was anorexic, and I said no…
I feel like I have to flirt to be noticed
I always feel like everyone hates me
I sometimes think that I’ll never truly find God again
At times I think I’m going insane
I lie to avoid being looked down on
I am positive that I will not be successful, although I am allegedly very smart
I am a hypocrite
I don’t know what to do, where to go, or who I can trust
I don’t even know if those things are true
i found myself here because im addicted to secrets
I dont have the courage to share any of mine.
maybe my secret is that theres not all that much wrong with my life.
my mum has a mental illness but nothing serious.
my dad has no friends but he has my mum.
my sister is like the younger more sexualy active version of myself.
my friends are awsome but arnt always there when i need them and they dont understand me.
i have a good personality except im ugly under my cloths.
i laugh all the time but im not always happy.
Im SO sorry Geoff.
The only reason I stay beside your side is because I no your suicidal and I’m scared of what you might do if I left…
Every night I fall asleep crying listening to Coldplay. Without Coldplay, I wouldn’t sleep. They saved my life
I don’t like people knowing I’m going poop. I’m not sure why.
I still hurt myself. Anyway I can find. I can find every place on my body that has a scar from hurting myself. It makes me feel better. They think I stopped a long time ago.
When I’m happy and the people around me aren’t, I feel guilty. I felt guilty about finding him and feeling loved. But I told them about him anyway.
I take more showers than I need to so I don’t have to deal with her. And I wait until she’s home to do it, so I don’t have to spend as much time with her.
I like saying bad things about myself so people will tell me how awesome I am. I know this.
I don’t think I’m that ugly, even though I’m overweight. I’m cuter than she is.
I’m also a million times more sane.
I love masturbating. But I’m terrified of sex. I couldn’t even touch his penis.
I’m scared of what he’d say if he saw the scars. Something tells me he’d understand, but I’m still so much more fucked up than he knows.
I don’t want to him to see me naked. My body is ugly.
After I shoplift, I feel bad. But I keep doing it anyway. I like having new stuff and not having to pay for it.
He knows my real name, but he still calls me what I told him my name was. I don’t want him to, but I’m afraid to let him know me.
He smokes pot a lot. Says it numbs him. I’m jealous that I don’t have access to it like he does.
I sometimes wish I would be raped so then I at least wouldn’t die a virgin.
I love getting tattoos because it gives me an excuse to get attention from people.
This was the first Valentine’s Day that I had someone ask me honestly to be his. Everyone around me was depressed, but it was the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had. I’m not sure, but I think I’m close to loving him.
I’m not gay, but I sometimes wanna have sex with a girl. I’m curious about what it’d be like.
I think I could actually have sex with him, though. I think he looks at me and sees someone beautiful. God I want him to see me as beautiful.
She’s so clingy and I don’t want anything to do with her half the time. She has a lot of friends back home, but she won’t leave me alone. I hate that.
I wish I were anorexic. At least then I’d be skinny.
Sometimes I’m genuinely happy. Then I listen to her bitch about how much things suck and it brings me down again.
I feel like half the time they think they’re better than me because they can get guys interested in them. Well I finally have a guy interested in me. And I tell them almost nothing about it.
sometimes i wish i looked more like her, so that he would love me again….
even though i know he doesn’t love me i still pretend that he does….
i read posted secrets, and am afraid it’s my girl who wrote them…especially this one:
“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.”
especially since i know how she feels about love….and she keeps most things about her best friend secret from me….they’re closer than ever….and i feel that if i lose her, ill lose the most important thing in my life.
babe, if you’re reading this, you are the most important thing in my life…things were so shitty before you came along, and you turned my life around more than you think. i do love you, and even if you’re not sure what it is, i am very confident this is it….for me at least 🙁
I met a guy off of Match.com. We have only known each other 2 weeks and I would marry him in a heartbeat if he were to ask.
I hate my friends. I keep them around because I hate being alone.
I used to read these secrets and cry, because I hated myself.
Now I read them and realise I’ve been happy all along.
It eats me alive!
I was forced to have and abortion at 17 because my mom didn’t like his race, she never told my father. The father wasn’t strong enough to stand up for us, he paid for it. My family moved right after that and 5 years later i’m married for a second time and have 2 kids. I still hate him, but more then anything I know I love him. I found him once and made contact, I even went back home to see him (while in the middle of a divorce, haven’t seen or heard from him since I remarried). I know i’m happy right now, but he’s always on my mind. Thought about trying to find him again, he’s moved closer to me, but I know I need to let go. I beleive it has permeantly fucked me up in the head, I don’t trust anyone, not even the man who tells me he loves me everyday.
I found out about post secret by watching Breakfest Television. In Canada.
my dad nearly died today
i dont wanna tell no-one coz my bestest best friend
lost his dad when he was 4
i dont wanna seem selfish by bringing up memories for him
I cannot picture myself spending the rest of my life with anyone else but you. Well, maybe I can picture myself with Jake Gyllenhall but that’s about it.
I miss you.
I love you…
the only reason I didnt give you a blow job was because i was afraid I would look ugly during it and you would leave me because of it..
but instead you left me because i WOULDNT give you one??!
wtf?!
i fucking hate you, you selfish piece of shit.
i feel like a slut for what we have done.
I feel like I’m about to break down and don’t know why.
Tell me what he did to you. Don’t leave. Please don’t move. I know you will forget me and never visit. Just don’t leave.
Please just look at me. Is it really that hard?
It’s cold in here.
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.
Posted by: Mel at March 4, 2006 12:01 AM
you are a good person.
this is no secret.
I love you, I don’t love you, I love you, I don’t love you.
I find it hard to determine if it’s love or just settling. I know that I’m in love with someone, it’s just not you. I feel like I love you, but then you go and do something ignorant, and then I hate you. You make me feel so cold and alone. I can never do anything right in your eyes. You constantly accuse me of things I’m not doing, and then you wonder why I get upset. And when I get upset, you somehow think it’s proof that I’ve done something. You make me crazy. I’m starting to hate myself for letting you treat me like this and bring me down. But more so, I’m really starting to hate you. I don’t think I ever want to see you again.
i hate the person that people think is my best friend.
and i don’t know if i can pretend anymore
Lying next to you at night I silently cry myself to sleep knowing that I love you the way you love her, but you only stay with me because we have a child.
I want to have a relationship with a teacher. Dun worry, he’s not married…
I used to cut myself and the only reason I don’t anymore is because another cutter made me swear i’d stop.
i wish i had the courage to write my secrets here and admit to myself how screwed up i really am