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
ANYWAY:
Hmmmm,
You are the one who is going to kill yourself
what is your problem?
oh I am sure its good
but you know what?
suicide is the ultimate act of selfishness.
anyway….
Some people do have boy/girlfriend problems. Some people have different problems….the fact of the matter is, it’s something that they need to talk about and sometimes this is the only place where they will be heard. I think it is completely wrong of you to judge anyone on what they say. Feelings are feelings and they are never wrong. Maybe you don’t agree, but you don’t have to. If you don’t like what people here have to say, then why are you here? Why? Because you have problems too, and you want to be heard just like everyone else. Maybe the people that talk about boy/girlfriend problems have other problems too that are deeper than yours or mine…..you’ll never know. So, please don’t judge. I’ve posted here about my boyfriend problems…..but I have also been beaten, molested, left for dead…..Sometimes you just want to talk about the simple things…..
i hate Katherine. with a passion she is the fakest & subtley rude person i know. hateeeeeeeee her.
and i still kinda like matt even though he is the rudest person ever to me!
and keegan cause he is hot and HILARIOUS!
brad is never ending
cos of my dads affair, i cant trust guys..im so afraid that they’ll break my heart, like my dad did my moms
i keep making my (guy) friends fall for me, i dont think im over flirty, but cos i hate myself so much, im always looking for someone to say a kind word or give me a hug…but i dont want to be with any of them
i have been happier in the past four days, than i have been in over a year. Today, for the first time in two months i dont want to kill myslef. Nothing has changed, but everything is different.
I have realized that i dont need him!!! My happiness is not dependent on him! If he doesnt want me, than someone else ten times better will.
Jenny, you can have him!!!!
anyway:
I posted here just to find a way of expressing how I felt and not keeping it a secret inside me ‘cos that only makes you feel worse. I’m sorry that you think the people that post here are selfish or don’t have proper problems, but even if their problems seem silly and insignificant to you there are very important to the people posting. Maybe your problems are worse, but it doesnt mean that you can disregard others feelings and pain.
Reading all of these sad secrets makes me cry..
and wonder…why would god do this to all these people….then i remember what my dad told me before he left…..
god picks the strongest people to go through the hardest and most difficult situations..
keep living
if i had a gun… i’d shoot apples.
to james,
If I could get away with killing you I would. You fucking lieing bastard piece of shit loser,I hope you rot in hell. I was the only good thing in your life and you fucked it up. You deserve to lose everything, and I’ll be damned if I leave you with your shirt on when my lawyers are done with you.
your wife.
i just cant move on…and its killing me
Really, I’m not just another sappy teenage girl.
I want to cry every time I hear a love song.
Me and my best friend like the same guy.
She doesn’t know that i like him too.
My best friend and the guy hang around each other alot. He teases her, pulls her hair, and grins at her every time he sees her.
And every time he did all those things a small part of me shattered.
He doesn’t know that. And he never will.
I’m so tired. I’ll put on happy face for you, I’ll put on a smile. But all I really want to do is curl up and die. I’m just so tired…
And she says I can call her any time. She told me she loves me (like a sister) and she cares about me. So why do I never pick up the phone?
With every comment they make, every subtle insult, I keep my face blank except for that cold, little smile. The smile that says I don’t care at all what you think. They’ll swear I don’t have a heart, but if I don’t, it’s only because they’ve broken it into pieces so tiny it doesn’t exist anymore.
I am good at manipulating people. Half the time I don’t even realize I’m doing it until it’s done.
For once, I wish someone would look past the reflected light in my eyes and see the shattered soul that disperses it so brilliantly… But I’m so afraid someone might.
They think they have to demean me so they don’t feel inferior to my straight As… What they don’t realize is that I need no help in feeling worthless- no matter how “smart” I am.
And they’re so sure I’ve got it all together, but my best friends couldn’t even tell you my favorite color. I listen to all of their problems all the time, but they’ve never even asked me “How are you?” in an informal greeting.
You think I don’t love you because I keep trying to shut you out…
But really, it’s just that I love you too much to let you go down with me.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Please believe that.
he fucked me i let him.i let him cum all over my face for thought i mgiht be able to get with his girlfriend later. if i show her the pictures.it didnt work now i lost both of them i got fucked and used.but now i enjoy it.
I pretend to be bisexual just for the attention.
Anna:
I know how you’re feeling, and I hope things get better. Its a crap situation to be in.
(sorry, im useless at saying the right thing.. I try tho)
i love the girl whos getting married next week …she too loves me a lot but she s marrying another guy…she promised to be with me even after marriage…we will continue our relation both mental and physical…..
magicislost:
Thanks… Don’t worry about saying the “right” thing. What you’ve said is more than anyone else has.
You’re doing a horrible thing. Who you’re having an affair with is doing a horrible thing. You need to stop. That’s terrible. While it may be a secret, it’s something that SHOULD never occur in a marriage. That’s terrible. Please stop and think about the other person – that is his wife!
i finally broke down today. i couldn’t stop crying. & i thought i would feel better afterwards. but i don’t. i feel worse now, more than ever.
i wish someone would save me already.
Everyone comments on my strength, since I got through my mom’s diagnosis of cancer, when my father left my mom & my siblings and I, and now the death of my mom.
I don’t obsessively drink, or cut myself, or do drugs. I can’t even become addicted to nicotine.
My secret:
I have too much self control.
That is better than having none I guess, but really, who knows, we all have to deal with our own personal hell…
I don’t know why, but I just have to write this, please bear with me…
It was the night of the drama and they would be taking pictures. It was probably the worst night of all that she could have done it, but she was so upset that she wasn’t thinking clearly and the tell-tale red on her wrist was not going away in the near future. Struck with sudden panic, she raced to the makeup room and nearly collided with the star of the play- coincidentally someone very admirable and three years older. The girl was looking at her rather strangely, so she asked if there were any very light makeup tubes left. The star held up three, but they were all too dark to match her wrist. Seeing someone else in the room, the girl made a desperate decision, pulled the star aside, and flashed her wrist. “I need something light enough to cover this or do you think it will be noticeable from stage?”
The star’s eyes widened considerably as she replied that she didn’t think anyone would be able to tell from that distance. Folding the girl into an embrace, she held her and whispered again and again, “It’s going to be okay. You can beat this, babe, I know you can. It’s going to be okay…”
The girl felt the ice around her slowly melt and she nearly relaxed in her arms- until she remembered people betrayed her and tensing slightly, she barely pulled herself together, whispered her thanks, and walked away…
If only…
Love, Love, love, (and cutting yourself) is all you people ever write about. Both subjects are immensity overdone, to the point where I want to yell, GET OVER IT!!! But I know it’s not that eazy because I am trying to stop being in love with the boy who calls me a whore everytime I see him. And I can’t, so I am moving a to holland for a year, so that I can be forced to be parted from him. Look another secret about love, I guess that makes me a hypocrite and a conformist
When I get back, I know I will still be in love with him, but maybe he will have broken up with his girlfriend by then!
We write about love because love is the biggest dream in the world. Even you are part of it. Every person on here wants to be loved, to be heard, and if it means telling complete strangers then we’re willing. It proves people will go to extrodinary lengths to fall in love and know what loves like and you are the perfect example of the lengths we’ll go. Your moving to Holland, to escape something you can’t. Maybe its not to fall out of love but maybe your hoping that he’s going to realize what he’s missing out on and realize that he does need you regardless of the things he’s said. But none of us have problems, the people who say things like “get over it,” “you guys are stupid” are the ones who have the issues, because they are the ones who don’t even realize how many problems they have.
I am a lesbian.
I hope he dies. I hope he suffers. I hope I forget him in the morning but I pray he never forgets me. I hope I haunt his every thought. I hope it destroys him like he almost destroyed me.
I convince myself that this guy i love, loves me back. When I know that I never have a chance.
i havnt put my real email address because im scared someone i know will read it and know who i am, i love my boyfriend alot but im scared hes going to leave me, sometimes i wish he would just so it could be over, i flirt with everyone i meet, i know im bi but i dont want to say which i prefer cuz it breaks his heart enough. i have ocd. it makes me cry when i cant complete it. i hate my hair colour, but i say i love it cuz its so wierd that if i didnt say i did, everyone wudnt be so polite about it. ive been told by school im dyslexic, but im too scared to tell my parents, my dad hates people with learning things.
I think I know you, Lauren?
I had this dream last night, that I was being chased by someone who was trying to kill me. When I woke up, I was sad. Becuase in real life, no one cares enough to try and kill me. Which is a stupid thing to be sad about…
i like the funny secrets. the ones about love and pain and death are all very moving, but i think people have just as much balls to write in about wierd things they do. like pee in the shower, and collect pens.
we can all relate to them too:)
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I hate when people wish they were anorexic. I’ve spent my whole life in and out of hospitals and treatment centers. I’ve spent more time with a tube down my throat then I have not. And when I had my first heart attack, I begged God to let me die and take this all away.
But he didn’t and I’m still here and I’m fighting with all my might to live but it’s too late, my body doesn’t want to anymore and my mind and heart can only push me so far.
I hate that people joke and dream about eating disorders, they’re not fun, they’re not cool and they don’t make everything better.
I can never get pregnant and I wonder if God’s just fixing the mistake a little too late. My mom did this to me and yet she swears she doesn’t have a problem anymore. Yet every time I talk to her she asks me if I’ve gained any weight and that I eat too much. Somehow I finally realized that I need to eat to live and that no matter what she says I should weigh more than 85 pounds.
I have spent the last three years of my life with a man that i have an undying love for. he is the father of my beautiful little girl. i have cheated on him six times. he cheated on me when he was over seas because his buddies made a bet with him. i hate him for that, even though i did the same thing to him. he goes to work and school for 14 hrs a day to provide for his family. i work two jobs and take care of the baby, i havent seen a flower or a card in about six months. we say i love you out of habit. i hate being with him because i feel like he doesnt love me the way i love him. and i feel like the only reason he thinks i’m beautiful is because of our daughter. not because i’m the woman he fell in love with three years ago, i lost my size 1 figure, but he says he still loves me the same, and i starve myself so that i can look the way he wants me to. i want to die everyday that he walk out the door, but i’m too much of a pussy to do it. i can’t leave my daughter, and that makes the struggle even harder. he makes me hate myself. and i cry everyday behind closed doors. i cant bring myself to leave him because i’m too scared to do it alone. i’m terrified that i will be alone for the rest of my life and be a single mom. so i stay, and keep my mouth shut when he tells me to. i’m so deeply depressed and desprately need to see a doctor, but i’m afraid it wont help me, so i dont go. i’m even too scared to cut myself. i’m pathetic.
i have a huge crush on david.
HE doesnt appreciate anything…he never compliments me…i always bring him dinner to work…i always buy him something everywhere i go…i always please him sexually…im soo good to him…and all i want him to do is hug me…I HATE MYSPACE…i wish i could tell all the girls on his myspace to fuck off and that i hope they all died especially Allie…
Hi All, I’m a newbie! I have kind of skimmed through most of the letters on here so far,and am glad I don’t have some of the problems others do! (Don’t worry I’m not going to pour my heart out) I know I’m strong enough and love ME enough to admit when I have made a mistake and get over it and move on! I have made lots of mistakes and will probably make many more! Such is life, you only get one so if a guy/feamale is making you miserable get rid of them! I spent this much of my life wanting to be with someone, I got the chance, spent around a year with him and realised he isn’t fit to wipe the crap off my shoes! I also spent a small fortune on him. But I have learned and am wiser now. Be strong!
I dont understand at all. I thought all the feelings i once had were cut off, but when i saw you with her, just talking on the feild, i was unable to cry for the first time and i dont understand.
How can you tell your gut feeling apart from your heart?
I don’t really kiss her to kiss HER, i kiss her to kiss SOMEONE. It feels so great at first and then after i always regret.
he broke my heart. i cry every time i see him…i love him and i always will but im dying, hes killing me. to be honest i would kill myself but i know that if i did then i could never see him again. i live for him but hes the reason i want to die. thats fucked up.
i worry constantly
I love him so much it hurts. He says he’d never leave me. But thats what everyone said before they did. He is the only thing keeping me alive. If it wasn’t for his smiling face the blade would have gone further in…
What happens when he leaves me?
im afriad of were this summer is going.
It’s holidays like this that make me wish i had a family….some one to care for,a friend, anyone.
i just found out my best friend died, she used to write here, so i thought maybe someone here might like to know, she used the name “anyway”.
she was found on june 16 in her bathroom.
she killed herself, over-dose on drugs……..
Jess-I’m sorry I love you!
Rest in Peace Anyway.
i get really jealous of one of my best friends. she’s so perky and cute and sparkly and friendly that everyone loves her so easily; so easily in fact that it’s IMPOSSIBLE for me to have friends other than our group that she doesn’t eventually steal away so that they love her more, guys too.
the thing is, i think she does it on purpose, especially to the ones that i care about most. but i can’t hate her for it bc i’m caught by her charm too.
so, never_again, i’m so sorry about Anyway. best friends are so important, even when you hate them, you love them, and i’m so sorry for your loss.
Rest In Peace Anyway
I’m sorry for your loss
thank you all for caring…:)