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
why can’t you see that i love you too? I try to not seem obvious, but i love you. It hurts me to see you flirting with other girls. When I do see you flirting with them I just wish it was me. I can tell that you love me also. We can be together.
my mother thinks i hate her but what she doesnt know is that if she were to die i would kill myself instantly
i hate my weight.
but i still eat and eat and eat
i read these messages to see how great my life really is
i hate every single fuckin person in my school (bitches!!)
i judge every person around me even when i say i dont.
i feel sorry for myself but i feel sorry for all of you even more
im to conceited and i love it!
josh i forgive you for choosing meth over me. I forgive you for hurting me physicaly and mentaly. I forgive you for encouraging my downfall. I can forgive you becuase I am moving on with my life and everything is going perfectly now that you are gone. I am clean, back in school, and have two part time jobs. I can forgive you because you can never be the man we both fought for.
I can never forgive you for throwing me around in front of our daughter, for neglecting her while i was at work, selling and doing drugs around her, and leaving her and not even calling to see how she is. my heart breaks for you. our daughter is perfect and you will never know her. all you are is a sperm donor.
you are a bad person and it took me 4 years to figure that out.
baby girl i am sorry i was so blinded by lies that i let all this happen but i got you and thats all i need please understand .
I am a bulemic alcoholic. An ex-crackhead. A shoplifter exrordinaire. I fear I have an STD. I lead guys on to feel wanted, and have no plan of having anything with any of them. I constantly wonder what people are thinking about me. I write suicidal poetry. I became awesome at masterbating. Oh an I eat peanut butter from the jar with a spoon and continue to put it back on the shelf each time after I have my fix.
she keeps whining how I’m going to leave her because she’s so insecure (not my fault, she came this way) that I want to leave her so she can be happy knowing she was right and so i can be happy that I don’t have to handle her wounded ego anymore.
And I’d like to punch the face of whoever made her this way because it’s making MY life miserable.
i read these comments everyday .. and some of them make me feel better about myslef cuz i know i am better off but i still cant help but feel sorry for myself too because i can never seem to be happy at night when i come in from being with my friends… its when im alone i start thinking about my ex boyfriend who i still love…my friends and who i think they dont like me even tho i am with them most days… school stuff…. how i am struggling to do well becuz i am being compared to my sister who is a year younger than me and is way smarter and gets way better grades than me! someday i feel so ugly becuz of my spots even tho i wear make up to cover up i still feel ugly becuz i know that its not really what i look like and if i get a boyfreind he wont actually see the real person i am!!
I want to be loved and i want to love someone but im scared incase i get hurt again!
Im sorry for all those people who i have hurt during my path to self discovery even tho i havent actually found myslef yet! I am sorry that im not who u want me to be…. 10th january 2006…xXx
I secretly look at all my highschool friends pictures with eachother because i miss them…but i cant help but notice theres someone missing from the pictures…me.
i aggreed to marry my fiance because i dont like sleeping alone.
i’ve cheated on him with 3 other men, but only because the sex was better than his.
He doesn’t want me like they do.
i had sex with one of my best friends. he was an ass afterwards and now i hate him because i didnt care.
when my friends meet a nice guy, im always jealous even though i have a wonderful man at home.
i used to be a cutter…i dont know why.
i think my dad raped me. i know he tried…and i feel like he did…but i dont remember.
I dont feel I can live, until he is dead
i had stolen from every job i’ve ever had, and all of my bosses think i’m the greatest
I’m afraid that I will never stop loving her. SHe broke my heart and moved on so quick. I hate her for that and for so many other things, but I can’t get her out of my head. SOmeone please help the pain and anger go away. I can’t take it anymore. I just want to be happy for once.
-im in love with a boy ill never see again, but can talk to any time i want.
-ever since my mother died i just pertend shes just on vacation.
-i hate my step mom and my step sister.
-i feel so alone, i have no one to talk to, i feel ignored, and unloved. yet i live with 4 people and have lots of friends.
-im afraid ill never find anyone to be my boyfriend, or even get married, or have kids.
-i want to give up, but i hate emos.
To secret to having no secrets is to keep no secrets from yourself.
she keeps whining how I’m going to leave her because she’s so insecure (not my fault, she came this way) that I want to leave her so she can be happy knowing she was right and so i can be happy that I don’t have to handle her wounded ego anymore.
I thought for a second that my boyfriend had written this. I wouldn’t blame him for it.
Sometimes, though, I wish he would leave so that I would know I was right and not just paranoid.
I’m not sure how much it would hurt if he left. I don’t think I love him, I think I’d just rather put up with him than be alone.
I’m afraid I’m turning into my mother.
I’m think sometimes that I’d be better off without my mother.
I’m 5’4″ and 270lbs. Sometimes I wish that a psycho would try to kill me and either succeed, or at least cut off some of the weight because I’m always too tired to work out.
I’m afraid I’m insane.
i don’t know why i’m still in love with her. she lies to me all the time and i don’t even care that she does it anymore. she says she’s working a lot and that’s why we hardly hang out, but really though, she’s just out with her friends. she then comes home and sleeps, never wondering what’s happened to me. that’s the kind of major stuff that’s just pushing me away from her. yet, it’s the lying that gets to me. it’s really weird how i believe that the only thing she’s said that was truthful was that she loved me, but she has the automatic curtesy to lie to me about everything else to her advantage. and her friends see her as an overall good person, and me as worthless. i wish i hadn’t told her my secrets, i’ve never lied to her…ever. i’m starting to think no matter how genuine she truly is when she means she’s in love with me, if she honestly knows what it means.
I am the reason he didn’t come to school for a month. What I never said to anyone was that I punched him in his face and ripped out a chunck of his hair when he did it. I also screamed your name …. I thought you would hear me from the other side of town and come save me. He knew what he did and he was afraid of you. I wish that he had killed me that night like he said he would if I ever told.
danah dear, after reading all the above secrets, me , as a health care provider,[ male, aged 30, indian, ]have to say and ask you if you as a shrink, have , or are thinking of, collecting all these confessions, and filing them up for a book presentation.
you have to add the age sex occupation race region of each confessor to have value to the reader.
these will surely help the depression prone people well before they fall, the oversexy well befor they get the bug, and the mutilated even before they are trapped.
tho the books have all ther problems ever known to man, still these live feelings will work much much better for individuals, who may even identify with the individuals.
facts are so much more stranger than fiction as you have known. raaji
His body disgusts me but I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone else as much as I love him. And he won’t even take my calls anymore. I think about him all the time, he is in all of my dreams, his ghost is around every corner of my life. I miss him so much and even though I know we could never be together, I still can’t get him out of my head.
I went out with this guy for two and a half years, we went through so much together. I lost my virginity to him. He was my best friend. His mother decided suddenly that she didn’t like me anymore and he chose to keep his mom happy and stopped trying for “us”. Now he’s gone and I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m afriad I’ll never stop loving him. I talk to him like he’s sitting right next to me. There is no chance for “us” now and I only wish that I was dead.
I think I might try.
I think your brother is a creep.
i tell everyone i don’t have an eating disorder. but i do. i hate my body. it’s disgusting. almost as disguting as what causes me to do it.
his ex girlfriend yet still fool around buddy
doesnt know that on there one month
he gave me a ring. and an orgasm.
i want to tell her to hurt her.
– this terrifies me that it is about me.
i wish every day that you will think i’m beautiful and really fall in love with me. i hate the girls you talk to and if i ever had the chance i would tell each and everyone of them to their face all about you.
my mom just droped me off. i want to cry so bad. i miss her so much even though i know shes just a drive away and ill see her tomorow. i want to go home so bad.
sometimes i wish that i still cut myself just to feel that physical pain again
i posted a few mothes ago. my message said i love him. i did it for attention and i was mistaken. now i feel incredibly alone in a room full of people…. until i go to church. =-) God fills my life and makes me whole. I’m happier now than i have ever been with him. yah for me. *stands up and cheers* LOL and now i have a sense of humor.—-www.freewebs.com/Adrianes
i feel responsible for him hurting her… because i didn’t stop him when he did it to me. i wanna end it all and ease my suffering but i don’t have the courage to cut deep enough.
I am in love with my thirty – something year old coworker… I am seventeen years old! Sad, right!!!!!
i lied about having a miscarrage in the past to my boyfriend and my best friend.
Now all i want more than anything is a baby, and i’m so scared of being punished by being unable to have children.
I am in love with my dogs….im 45….im afraid of becoming that old lady with a million animals all around her. I shove my dogs into the toilet to impower myself.
me skivys n me jim-jams match!! :]
the only thing that makes me feel really good and unique is my bulimia because i know its making me thinner and thats when he’ll come back to me again. Its all for him.
i got stood up christmas eve.
i actually cried in front of my co-workers.
i went home and slept christmas away until you came online.
then i ignored you ; so you could hurt
you went to HER house
most likely did god knows what
and never even botherd to visit me like you promised.
two days later i called everything off.
two years down the drain.
didnt date once.
but my feelings were like we were married.
i think about you EVERY FUCKING DAY.
i read that goodbye conversation EVERY FUCKING DAY.
i am happy SHE called it off with you too because now you know what it is like.
you are fat
and ugly
everyone says it
i can do better
and i am happier now
Dear mee:
Yes you can do better. don’t give up!
i told him i didn’t want to kiss him cause i didn’t want to ruin the friendship, but really i just couldn’t find him physically attractive at all.
im the starting shooting guard for my highschool basketball team, i average 23 points a game, and i have scholership offers all around the country, all of my friends love me , and al lthe girls want me.
I dont know if they would stil like me if they knew i was in love with our point guard
I’m in love with you. You know that, but yet you still ignore me.
Its tearing me up inside, again, you that.
ive got a big penis
i have big balls…and i realized that well, none of my friends know that there actually are real eggs inplanted in my sack.
huntington’s disease is caused by a faulty gene in chromosome 4
nobody at my school knows this… but
i know how to spell antidisentablishmentterrianism
no really i do, i jsut cant do it now
i havent started my homework tonight… im afraid my moms going to beat me now
im eating some clam chowder and with every bite i feel like my hips are widening and my social status is floundering
cant humans and animals just co-exist in this beautiful earth with no violence or harm to fall upon them
p.s.
VOTE YES FOR HEMP
cant humans and animals just co-exist in this beautiful earth with no violence or harm to fall upon them
p.s.
VOTE YES FOR HEMP
me and my friend are fighting over who makes better comments….. does this warrent a nice wrist cutting?
I think all of the bastards that use this as a joke should fall off of a fucking cliff and be deleted FROM LIFE.
I really like my girlfriend, but I am scared to tell her that i love her. I dont know what this feeling is. I just hope she doesnt think im stupid. If you read this jessica… I love you
I’m longing for a boyfriend, but I can’t find anyone that wants me.
I’m sick of being with my friends when they’re with their boys, it drives my insane with jelousy.
Someone once said that “everyone knows that pretty girls don’t get boyfriends” I don’t feel pretty, I feel like a sex object, I want someone who wants me for me, who wants to be with me beacause they want to know me.
I don’t want to be alone anymore, I want to be able to share who I am with someone who cares.
I don’t want to have to be the smile on the outside, cause no one knows whats on the inside.
I want someone to love me.
I wish you were here, watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s with me.
Im happily married to my beautiful wife, but im still in my parents closet.
hey kathy,
its me, we need to talk, (demonchld04@yahoo.com)write back