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
^^^ Is this serious?
I made out with one of my best friends at a party just to prove to another girl that i could have who i ever i wanted. She was in love with him.
I made out with one of my best friends at a party just to prove to another girl that i could have who i ever i wanted. She was in love with him.
and I don’t regret the fact that it broke her heart.
and i don’t regret the fact that it broke her hear. it makes me happy.
and i don’t regret the fact that it broke her hear. it makes me happy.
and i don’t regret the fact that seeing him with me broke her heart.what i do regret? that i didnt do it sooner.
I told him to go jump off a bridge and kill himself. I was so mad. I had no idea he really would. I wish I could take it back. I can’t live with myself. I killed him.
i hope one day i can stop comparing myself to you
yes mommiepoos, that was me. How did you know? Good guess!!!
we all have our share of secrets, some bigger then others, some not so huge, the problem is shareing them. no one wants to tell someone a huge secret in case they judge you, its a problem i have. there is one person who knows all my secrets and she is my best friend. and i can only share them with her because she can be trusted, but theres one detail i left out when i was telling her about my break up with my ex boyfriend. we dated for about 2 and a half years…he treated me like shit but i stuck with him because i loved him. and i wont deny that i did really love him because he broke my heart… cuz that would be lying to myself…but no one knows that we had sex, and i would never take it back..i mean dating for 2 years its like natural, but people always thought i was a good girl with morals, because im Morman, but i dont practice that religion, well in any religion its a sin to have sex befoe mariage, but not the point. ne-who we’ve been broken up for over a year now and we dont ever speak, and i hate that, not only did i love him i’d known him sense i was 3 years old, its a shame to lose a lover and a best friend in one day. but me and him fought all the time, it was an every day thins with us. like when i would stay the night at his house his dad, who loves me, always knew when we got into a fight or he did something stupid. one time i walked out side to the bonfire with out him and instantly his dad said “what did my son do this time” because you could tell when we were fighting, but no one knew that when we were fighting it was more then yelling and calling each other names we didnt mean, its was physcal. and i havent told anyone that becasue i know people would freak out. my dad would kill him, and then his dad would bring him back to life and kill him himself. and people always asked me “Kayluh why do you love him” and i never answered them, i just smiled and looked at him and said “I cant put it into words” and yeah he hit me, but for some reason i looked past it. he was this jock right, a varsity player of football, werstling, Track, and baseball, and he had been on varsity sense a freshman for all those sports. him name is known at our school. like mine is too for being a cheerleader, but if i told people he hit me, who would they believe, this straight A student who excells at anysport he plays or the Cheerleader whos just mad because its over…and its soo hard seeing him everyday at school and passing him in the halls and everytime i pass….every memorie we shared together flashes back to me….and everyone in that hall way…just goes away….like its just me and him…in our own world…and i blink….and it goes away….kinda like how we ended….everything was going great….and i blinked my eyes and woke up from my dream that was reality…to tell you the truth i honestly wish that he was never a part of my life…. i wish that all this never happened… like i never knew him at all that way….my heart would still be whole…i have classes with him, and for one of them he sits next to me…and after our break up we talked and were friends with benifits for like 2 months, and i only did it to be close to him… and everyday in that class all the girls would says “thats Kayluh and (his name) they were so right for each other, and now its over, i feel bad for her” because we kept our friends with benifits secret, i didnt wanna appear weak…he was the love of my life no matter the physcal, mental, and emotional abuse he put me through, non of that matters, i guess my secret is i had sex with a guy who beat me, and i still love him…….
Sorry its soo long…i have alot on my mind right now
I am dependent on my boyfriend, but he treats me like shit. All my friends hate him, and i’ve lost a lot of friends over him, yet somehow i can’t seem to leave him ( you know how it is) because i choose complacency over happiness in the long run. I disgust myself and have tried to kill myself multiple times. I’ve slit my wrists and sat in a running car in a garage, but somehow i can’t bring myself to do it, and then i hate myself for it afterwards. i hate the fact that i’m not in control of my own life and that life is just such that none of us can be in control of it. I love my boyfriend, and we say we want to spend the rest of our lives together, but i honestly wish that I were strong enough to leave him. Sadly, though, I can never make it past the first few days of breaking up, which are always the hardest.
I let everyone step on me because i feel worthless.
i will never get married because my husband, whomever he is, will cheat on me.
There is no hope in the world.
There is no such thing as true love.
There is no such thing as justice.
i cut myself because i was sick of everyone thinking i was PERFECT..
sometimes i get so scared and worried and don’t know what to do. it drives me nuts. i wish i could just enjoy this and not worry about the ifs, ands or buts. i LOVE him…he’s the best thing to happen to me. i don’t need to panic about doing something right or the damned future. but i just worry, worry, worry and stress, stress, stress. i’m sure of everything when he’s around…but when i’m all alone, thinking…i make everything so, so much more complicated.
i just want to enjoy it already!!!
…i wish i could tell him this without worrying it would hurt him. he was scared once…what did he do……..
Oh. and also, i’m sick right now. i’m scared that all my stress has MADE me sick.
4,000 Mexican soldiers smashed the French and traitor Mexican army of 8,000 at Puebla, Mexico, 100 miles east of Mexico City on this day in 1862.
~ Feliz Cinco de Mayo. ~
My sister recently made claims that she was raped when she was 14, became pregnant as a result, and terminated the pregnancy.
She also claims that all this is the reason for her addictions to drugs, prescription medications, alcohol, and nicotine. She claims that those events are also the reasons for her many attempted suicides, migraine headaches and various other illnesses, nightmares, and her panic attacks that render her incapacitated and unable to work or go to school.
I THINK SHE’S A LIAR and fabricating details so she can justify 1)how much she’s screwed up her own life by making all the wrong choices 2)to get attention, AND 3)because she feels guilty for turning her back on God, who is actually the one person who can take away all her demons.
She uses her boyfriend as her crutch, but he’s equally as worthless.
She has hurt, lied to, and used everyone in the family because she is a selfish, angry, insecure, and broken person.
…I still love her.
i stuff my bra…because everyone in my class has bigger boobs than i do.
HAPPY SINCO DE MAYO!!
my best friend in the entire world,
the one person i can tell absolutely anything without the worry of her telling someone
or judging me,
the person i love and care about more than anyone, the one person that makes me happy,
the one person that makes me appreciate life when im with her,isn’t aloud to hang out with me anymore because of her insane mother.
we’ll find a way to be together.
no matter what.
but it still brings tears to my eyes at the thought that her mom is trying to keep us apart.
To Annoyed:
When you feel brave .. I’ve made a new yahoo IM … blahblahblahjr is the IM name… if you want to message me there with your real yahoo IM then I’ll get back to you with the one I use on a regular basis. I will only have this activated for a few days so the clock is ticking… how brave are you?
I’m scared i’ll never truly LIVE!!!
I’ve found nothing i wanted to. http://www.softspokenbitch.blogspot.com -its my only solice. but im still not so happy. not so sure of anything anymore.
if i had to choose between my boyfriend’s family or my family to spend time with…..I would choose my boyfriend’s family!
i used to tell people that i was abused, so they would feel sorry for me, and talk to me.. now i just feel pathetic and the lying is getting back to me
Everytime we have sex
I pray he pulls out too late
i lie to everyone I love
I hate my parents for losing everything to drugs yet when they are free I’d do them
Sometimes I hate my older brother for getting out and leaving me here to live with them…
I’ve been cutting since I was 11 and I attempted suicide 13 times- it hurts to know I cant even kill myself right.
I had sex with him while you went to your cousin’s funural.
My bestfriend and exlover made me promise not to tell no one he is gay- yet I tell all our old friends.
i say i’ve been raped, and that my friend killed herself…but that didnt happen…i just want the attention
the only reason i hate my ex best friend is because everyone else does.
Its been two years since she broke up with me, and it hasn’t gotten any easier.
I feel emberassed that all my friends are wealthy and my family lives paycheck to paycheck.
I wish my family made enough money that my mom didnt have to work, she deserves the best.
i know that i am broken inside but i don’t want to be fixed.
i am so afraid sometimes
it wasn’t your fault…. you just triggered something that was always going to happen.
i want to be as thin as i was when anorexia FIRMLY had a hold of me
i’m in love with my boyfriend but i’m scared to tell him
i wish olivia would still leave secrets
five minutes ago you told me you loved me five minutes before that I was looking at this sight and the people looked like me. But when you told me you loved me i realised I wasnt and that Im being selfish becos there are so many people who hurt more than I do (and Im not fat or american)
But I still wonder
why you chose me over her
and would you leave me
like she left you
you confuse me
you love me
you hurt me
i do want a piece of that 70 yr old arse honey….
mmmm……. nice
I am too scared to get an HIV test…
i wish people would stop mocking me. i get it. i am such a horrible bitch. please stop it. please
i had sex with him 3 weeks after we broke up. he had a girlfreind. i knew by then id never take him back, i just wanted someone to say they loved me. because i dont deserve it.
I SUCK ALOT OF PENIS AND I LIKE IT…..
I SUCK ALOT OF PENIS AND I LIKE IT…..
I was the most popular girl in school and no one ever knew who I really was.
I am a lesbian. Guys turn me on but ultimately I would like to be in a relationship with a girl.
The only reason I haven’t killed myself is because of my mom. I think I would ruin her life even more than it is.
I am in a relationship and when I have an orgasm 98% of the time I am thinking about being with a girl.
I am going to be an actress one day and when in an acceptance speech I am going to name off every person who said i couldn’t do it. I am going to flip them off and make all of the tabloids front covers.
My dad regularly says that I’m a fat waste of air.
I hate him.
i hope no one ever talks about me again. i understand you hate me. i dont know why though.
i am EXTREMELY self conscious. Even though alot of people say im “hot” or “beautiful”. I put myself down constantly and its getting on peoples nerves. even my own. the reason i say i dont ever want to be at school is because i dont want people to look at me. the reason i walk, sit, and talk with my head down is because i dont want people to see my face. i always think the reason that my boyfriends leave me is because they eventually realize how unattractive i am. my only wish was that i could see how other people see me. as “beautiful”. i know i may seem so stuck up, but my neck is starting to hurt from keeping my head down. and im SICK of having no self confidence. i hate me.
he says he can’t picture himself in a serious relationship with me.
i didn’t say anything, but really i was thinking how i can’t picture myself without him.
i wish he felt the same way.
remember me? the perfect one?
apparently im not perfect enough for him.
I told him i loved him, he told me he didnt want commitment.
Now we sleep together on a regular basis, we see movies, we go out. we’re not together but hes happy. so i guess i am too.
none of this has happened yet. we made the arrangements last night so i know this is whats dgoing to happen. its wat happened with the last two guys..
Sometimes i feel like ive been through too much for a 16 year old. i know this isnt true but i think it anyway. then i just think im an idiot for thinking it. my lifes not so bad.
occasionally I look in the mirror and see my reflection and i look ugly. no, im serious.
Ugly??? You??? in ur dreams sweetheart!! thats wat they all say. I just wish they knew how beauty isnt everything.
i fail at everything i do because im too afraid to TRY.
when i leave school im going to be a model. its been my career path since i was 10. jesus, how can a 10 year old be lined up for a job? modelling is my dream job but i dont want to do it because im afraid i’ll seem shallow and into my self. nobody likes a pretty shallow girl.
Im jeleous of my sister because shes always been better than me. shes the most beautiful creature in the world my sister but she doesnt know it. she hates herself more than i do. which i hate.
hopefully these thoughts will be here in a few years and i can look back and see how things have changed.
or how they havent.
Nothing hurts me more than coming home from college and seeing my elementary school aged brother verbally abused by our father, and knowing their is very little realistically that I can do about it. And knowing that it will in some way hinder his future. I wish I was rich, or have graduated, so that I could bring him to live with me.
Its my 17th birthday.I dressed up like a princess and painted on a pretty smile so i could hide the fact that this has ALWAYS been the most miserable day of my life.
Why can’t anything live up to my expectations?
i m lost here.
lost where i m.
i cant take it no more.
i want everybody to fuck off.
i hate the whole world.
but,
y do i still feel so lonely.
i cry many times each day.
yet no one knows.
no one cares.
or have i succeeded in hiding my pain?
i m a total idiot.
we are girls in love.
problem?
just too many.
i wanna feel the tranquil frm the blood again.
n im still wishing for someone to come take me away. to somewhere, free of all this pain n sadness.
im still dreaming aint i?
I only turned her down because i didn’t want my first kiss to be with another girl
“all ive ever wanted is
for you to say
“im sorry…”
Posted by: screw it at April 14, 2006 04:52 PM”
thats how i feel about my dad. its what i wished for on my birthday but he never did it