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
all i want to know is if you would care…
….if i died tomorrow.
.still holding on.
he abused me at age 6.
he abused my brother at age 11.
and i hate him to this day for it.
I tried to buy pot about 2 and a half years ago. I’m incredibly ashamed of it, I wish I hadn’t done it. Obviously I got caught. I’m a minor so I wasn’t arrested or anything.
But I want to actually get it this time and smoke it. And forget all my problems that aren’t that big of a deal, but still drive me insane. Happy 4/20
I slept with another guy behind my boyfriend’s back…..I love my boyfriend very much but it is like i need more….I don’t know how to tell him?? I wish I had not done it and I am very depressed and thinking it would b better to go away!!!
Please don’t kill yourself.
I FUCKING HATE YOU.
I WANT TO SMASH YOUR FACE IN, BUT BEFORE I DO IT. I’M GOING TO SLIT MY WRISTS.
If I could starve myself I would. I wish I had the will power to do it. I hate being fat.
It’s for you Josh.. every bit of it.. from the moment I wake up till the moment I drift off to sleep… I miss you, my soldier boy….
i’m a cutter and a burner
my family don’t know.
i only have two friends
even though other people think that i have alot cause heaps of randoms hand out with my friends.
I have told four people about what i do to myself: one has forgoten, one makes a point to point out every scar and cut she finds on me when there is others around that don’t know, one hasn’t talked to me since i told him but i get the feeling that he told his mates because they always make the point of bring up the “cutting” when i’m around and the other one trys to help, she wants me to see someone about it but i’m not the type of person that can talk to people to their faces i always chicken out.
I’m the outcast of the “group” that hangs out with my friends even though i try not to be.
I started cutting when my dad died, i was eight and i’m now 16 and do it nearly every day.
I feel alone even when i am aroud heaps of people.
I’m messed up, i “pop” pills in front of my friends and they don’t seem to notice.
i regret not running away when my dad died instead i started laughing.
I was at my friends house, they had all got to bed and i spend nearly an hour that night cuting up my leg cause i missed my dad soo much, and they had know idea.
My friends and the two randoms that know want to help, they think that they know what i’m going through but they don’t. They have such perfect lives,none of their parents are dead, they all have bfs and gfs, they try and get me to asks someone out but they don’t relize how bad my leg is, i’m afriad that if i get close to someone i will just get hurt again (like i did woth my dad) because they don’t understand why i hurt myself it it might scare them. I had this dream that i was going to be raped but then the man saw my leg and just took off.
i hate being here, it just so hard!
i’m a cutter and a burner
my family don’t know.
i only have two friends
even though other people think that i have alot cause heaps of randoms hand out with my friends.
I have told four people about what i do to myself: one has forgoten, one makes a point to point out every scar and cut she finds on me when there is others around that don’t know, one hasn’t talked to me since i told him but i get the feeling that he told his mates because they always make the point of bring up the “cutting” when i’m around and the other one trys to help, she wants me to see someone about it but i’m not the type of person that can talk to people to their faces i always chicken out.
I’m the outcast of the “group” that hangs out with my friends even though i try not to be.
I started cutting when my dad died, i was eight and i’m now 16 and do it nearly every day.
I feel alone even when i am aroud heaps of people.
I’m messed up, i “pop” pills in front of my friends and they don’t seem to notice.
i regret not running away when my dad died instead i started laughing.
I was at my friends house, they had all got to bed and i spend nearly an hour that night cuting up my leg cause i missed my dad soo much, and they had know idea.
My friends and the two randoms that know want to help, they think that they know what i’m going through but they don’t. They have such perfect lives,none of their parents are dead, they all have bfs and gfs, they try and get me to asks someone out but they don’t relize how bad my leg is, i’m afriad that if i get close to someone i will just get hurt again (like i did woth my dad) because they don’t understand why i hurt myself it it might scare them. I had this dream that i was going to be raped but then the man saw my leg and just took off.
i hate being here, it just so hard!
My best friend thinks I’m not mad at her for what she did. but in reality I actually hate her.
My boyfriend is not perfect.
Neither am I.
But we are perfect for eachother.
We’ve talked about getting married.
Nothing would make me happier.
But the doctors say he has six months to live.
I want to marry him anyway.
– 17/male
i dont know where i stand anymore
i would just like to say.
i really need to get laid
i cant go out unless ive fiddled with myself before hand
i think its because i have genital warts but i dont know as ive not let anyone go down on me before? whats wrong with me…
hey ive got genital warts on the tip of my nob.
i like licking my boyfriends feet after he’s been to the gym
my life has been reduced to pretty much nothing now.
i have lost all my friends.
and i have no pride in myself anymore.
i have put on 11 stone in a year and a half.
and im not happy with myself.
my day to day ritual is waking up, eating, and playing with myself.
that is all.
i feel guilty for knowing someone whos like a second mum better then her own daughter wil ever get to do .
i wish she could find out what a wonderful mum she had
im fooling myself in thinking my parents are indestructable. i know the day will come and ill be regretting every bad word i said .
that sucks major ass
I think about killing myself whenever I feel sad. I have long fantasies about how I would do it and how long it would take for someone to find me.
I gave him oral because he told me to and I liked him. A year later I had sex with him because I hope that maybe one day he’ll care about me. The sex wasn’t really good, it was nice but I kept doing it with him because at least he was there with me, if only for an hour or two each time. I was only his fwb but I never felt we were friends.
I always fall for bad boy musicians with problems.
My boyfriend isn’t perfect.
Neither am I.
But we’re perfect for eachother.
We’ve talked about getting married.
Nothing would make me happier.
But the doctors say he only has six months left.
I still want to marry him.
– 17/male
i want to give justification to my secrets.. maybe then i can deal with them. here goes:
he has moved on, i fear i never will be able to.
i look for justification in others eyes for i know i will never be able to love myself.
i fear that one day ‘tomorrow’ will be today and i will have to realise that i am not good enough for my dreams
i wish he had given me a reason to hate him when we broke up.. it would have made it so much easier
i pee in the shower
i make love to my dog
i think emos r the new transvestites
i eat plastic plants
i sleep in the nude
i was adopted my gay men
im a girl
Everytime I ask you to pick a random number, I starve for that many hours.
You chose 157. I’m starting that one tomorrow morning.
It’s my way of letting you play my little disorder game.
To blahblahblah,
Im afraid I scared you away again….=(
i’ve liked this one guy for about 2 1/2 years now and he likes me too. but we’ve never gone on a single date. i think i’m in love with him. but i don’t think i’ll ever tell him.
i pick fights with him when i’m bored. he calls me angsty. i wish he just understood me better. i’m so afraid he’ll stop liking me. he’s the only one i’ve ever loved.
i cut. i just need something to cling to. i know that’s bad, but it’s all i got. i think he’ll leave me one day cuz of it. even though he’s stuck with me through everything else.
everyone things i’m a perfect little angel and that i have a nice life, but i’m not at all.
i also think gay men are hot. i’ve liked this one guy for about 2 1/2 years now and he likes me too. but we’ve never gone on a single date. i think i’m in love with him. but i don’t think i’ll ever tell him.
i pick fights with him when i’m bored. he calls me angsty. i wish he just understood me better. i’m so afraid he’ll stop liking me. he’s the only one i’ve ever loved.
i cut. i just need something to cling to. i know that’s bad, but it’s all i got. i think he’ll leave me one day cuz of it. even though he’s stuck with me through everything else.
everyone things i’m a perfect little angel and that i have a nice life, but i’m not at all.
i also think gay men are hot.
i tried to kill myself last night ..as you may have guessed i failed
my secret:
I can picture the world going up in flames and the blood seeps from my wirsts
i have one week left… how do i prove to him that i’m the one
The only reason I put the needle down was my sons smile. I was grateful then. Now I can’t wait ’till he leaves.
He made me choose between him and her. I chose him. I’ll NEVER forgive myself…
I thought sisters were forever.
My secrets…go on forever.
They’ve hurt everyone I’ve ever known
no matter if I tell someone or not
They think its cuz I dont trust them…its cuz I dont trust myself.
my brother molested me…for 3 years. I love him more than I love my dad, who abused me. I’ll never forgive my dad, my brother never apologized but I know hes sorry.
my best friend commited suicide 4 days before my 16th birthday(which we were supposed to spend together)…its my fault..he always talked about it. I could have stopped him. Im so ashamed.
I regret messing things up between us when we went out…I wish we had stayed together because I know you would still be alive today. but I could never tell him that I wanted to change things so we stayed together, because I love him too.
I wish I could tell you the truth about everthing…you were my best friend…I love you so much….I miss you, I wish you didnt leave me, but I cant be mad at you because you only did what I want to do everday of my life. die.
I tell people I dont think my problems are worse than there’s but I resent every single person who’s ever been happy.
I want to take a box of benydrl and drown myself…but it would kill all my friends.
I didnt cry when we had sex because I made a mistake by saying yes…I cried because you took my only remaining innocence away…again.
I lie and say I’m not jealous when you spend every moment with her, I am, He broke up with me to go out with her, and now hes dead and no one blames her. they blame me…I love her..but I do resent her! she only went out with him for a few months I went out with him for 1 1/2….I have a right to love him and be comforted…its not her right!
I wish I could make people understand…I know that everyones pain is different and to each individual it is the worst pain, but to me….its too hard to bare
bexx, you are lucky. i would know.
I’m pregnant again
i enjoy watching my food come up
To Annoyed:
Not afraid really just unsure of where to start … what to say or ask… this being our only way to contact each other, neither wanting to leave such personal information on such a public site… perhaps this is all there is to say…..
To blahblahblah,
Perhaps we could create names on either aim or yahoo or an e-mail address….I dont know. Something like that.
i met a guy in cabo, mexico, over spring break that i’m still not over. i found out he has a gf back home. i feel ridiculous.
Sometimes when I’m sitting in bed, I close my eyes and feel as though I’m falling off the edge of the world – I get so dizzy that I have to open them even though I know that if I’d just kept them closed for one moment longer, none of this shit would matter anymore.
I know he will never love me as much as he loves her
i think about you every single day. you are the first thing in my head in the morning, the last thing at night and you’re even in between. i have a notebook filled with you. you are a part of me. i miss the person i was when i was with you.
i think about how i could let you know that i am still in love with you, but im either too stubborn or too afraid to let you know… sometimes i wonder if you’re still in love with me too and you’re just too stubborn or too afraid to let me know…
maybe we will get back together one day, because i defy you to find someone you’re more compatible with, but if we’re never together again, I wish you only the very best.
love you forever xoxox
he told me he loves me more than he’s ever loved anyone.
i’ve never been happier.
i don’t ever want this feeling to go away.
I’ve had a secret lover for almost 2 years now. I’m engaged, and he’s married but seperated. I am so in love with him, and him with me. We just don’t know what to do. If we come out in the open with our love for eachother, it will somewhat ruin both of our lives. We both have children…. We yearn for each other. Long for each others’ touch. I think we are truely soulmates. I wish we could just run away together. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anything. I wish God would answer my prayers.
i just want to be fucking happy. for once. i want to die knowing that one time in my life i was truely happy.
The last day I saw my great grandmother alive I was hung over and in a hurry to leave so I could go to a concert. I would give back that concert just for the chance to say im sorry and I love you.
I wish that my mummy would come home…
I pretend to my friends that I am rich. I wear fake Lacoste, Dolce and Gabbana, Gucci, Versace, Juicy Couture and Polo. I have a top-of-the-line cellphone and an iPod.
They all believe I’m rich.
Inside I’m scared I will make my parents go broke.
My Secret:
I told my boyfriend that I was pregnant so he would give me the money to have an abortion. I spent the money on drugs. He still feels horrible because he thinks we aborted our child.
i feel like my insides are crushing every time i think about my school work. the stress is too much but i dont want to talk to anyone about how stressed i am becouse all my friends are coping so why arnt i?