My secret? I think I am falling head over heels for a piece of burnt bread. She is the Glinda to my Elphie, and the sun to rain.

I think I’m watching my best friend slowly kill herself and I don’t know what to do.

i am completely and utterly asexual.

i have a secret plan to charm you into being my best friend.

Commenter 2- I’m not sure what you mean by that because it’s pretty vague, but it’s important to take action for the sake of your friend. No matter how angry you think they might become or they might act. If she is endangering her life then you need to protect her. I’m not sure if it’s an eating disorder or something like that, but trust me, tell someone.

A link on eating disorders and how to help.

I am commenter 2 and she used to eat in front of us all the time and now I never see her eat anything except maybe an apple. she says she’s already eaten for the day, or i just ate, or i am not hungry. she has lost a lot of weight in the last few months and is always talking about how fat she is. I am thinking of telling her mom but I just know that she will hate me.

Comment #3 needs to be repeated. Mark another one on the tally.

I am obsessed with secrets.

PostSecret.

Tell her mom, trust me. She may be angry with you, but she will be alive. You will regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t find a way to help her. I’ve been in a similar situation, and you have to do something… or you will lose her forever.

I am in love with a girl who knows I am in love with her and she secretly -only not so- loves me back. She has a beautiful smile.

Yes, commenter 2, she’s right. She may be angry but it’s worth it. Years down the road she will hopefully realize how damanging she was being to herself. Years later she’ll thank you.

I am surprised by how many secrets you are getting. (:

I love my job.

I’ve been in commenter #2’s position. I told someone. I lost her friendship, but to me, it was worth it as she got the help she needed. I’d rather have lost her friendship than have attended her funeral.

My secret: I’m also on a mission to be closer to you.

Sometimes I don’t know if I can handle my own existence. I just want to run away from myself.

I’m sorry you lost your friend- but I am proud of you (I guess this isn’t so secret) for standing up for her. I can’t post my actual name to tell you I am proud of you because then Sara will know I read this.

So I guess that’s my secret.

I am jealous.

I am angry at you for hating your dad because I never knew mine.

I am sorry you feel that way- but please know I don’t hate my father- he is a sad and lonely old man. I am disappointed in his choices and because of them I never knew him either.

My heart goes out to you.

I like working with my brother and would drop my profession to work by his side any day, but he doesn’t know that.

I like pretending to be intelligent and better than everyone else. I’m really just shallow and repeating back what I hear from people I admire. I get really, really scared when boys I like fall for me because I know I am lying.

i had every intention of posting a comment of my own but Ii read this last one and started crying. anything that i would have posted wouldn’t even touch the honesty. i feel the same way.

This is my second secret I posted here and I have a lot that I want you to hear even if you never know its me.

I have spent the last hour trying to figure out who everyone is, or if you’ve commented too. I want to know YOUR secrets.

You are my best friend.

I was actually thinking I would post a secret but I would feel like I was betraying everyone’s trust, even though that’s sort of ridiculous, as everyone’s sharing something of their own. I can tell you that I haven’t posted one yet but I can’t say that I won’t still.

I love my boyfriend so much, but I am afraid of being stuck in our perfect relationship.

I’m afraid of love. I’m afraid that it has such wonderful power and effect on someone, but that like any emotion, it isn’t immortal.

I have been following you since you posted at diaryland as hildegard- and then to satisfyme and hilde on diary-x and then it took me four months to find you at livejournal, even though it shouldn’t have taken me long at all. I feel like I know you so well and we’ve never even spoken. I was on your buddylist on diaryland but I doubt you remember me. I feel badly for never commenting, especially when I know you desperately have needed help. I’m sorry.

You have done more for me now, in five sentances, then you could have ever done all these years. Thank you, so, so much. Obviously, if you want to wait a littler longer, that’s okay- but please email me or message me someday. I’d love to know you.

I am in love with this post and I just keep sitting here hitting refresh.

I have stolen your words before and passed them off as my own, also copying your pictures, joining the same communities, and trying desperately to adopt your writing style. You found me through one of the communities we are mutually apart of, commented, and I panicked. I deleted everything because I knew if you found it you would hate me. I have a hard time trying not to copy everything and I cried when you posted about internet stalkers stealing people’s lives. I just want people to like me.

Please forgive me.
I will never steal your words, or anyone else’s, again.
Thank you for finding me and being my friend.

And this is where I before would have said, “Cheers, cats.”

It has taken longer than it should have to respond to your secret, but I was pretty startled by it, as you can imagine.

I forgive you.

I forgive you and am oh, so proud of you for telling me, even if it is in this form of secrets. I am not angry. I will not seek you out. Consider your secret revealed and hopefully you will know that when I say you are forgiven I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

My secret: I envy your bravery.

Looks like these are slowing down. Poo. Though I must say that last one kicked my socks off. Sara, have you posted your secret yet?

underneath it all, i’m a terrible, bitter, decayed soul and i hate it.

No, I have not. But I will. I’m still trying to recover from all these amazing responses.

Would you admit it if you had?

Yes, even if it meant there was only ONE available response that could have been mine, I would tell you the truth.

Let me ask you, how could I not tell you the truth when so many of you have on here told me the truth?
I would feel awful lying to you all now.

These secrets have actually brought me to tears.

I want you to catch me reading your site so that I can actually confront you about some of the things I’ve read here.

I am so in love that I can barely sleep at night. And she doesn’t have a clue. It breaks my heart.

I completely love a character that I made up in my head (originally for a novel idea). He’s perfect and I constantly wish he were real. I keep the details to myself because it’s embarrassing to admit, but also because this way, no one else can have access to him. If I ever write the novel, his character will be extremely real and amazing. I doubt it will ever go into words on paper though, because that will also be like giving him up to the rest of the world. I feel like I’m cheating on my boyfriend when I think of him, even though it’s never a sexual thing — it’s more a best friend kind of thing. Even posting this anonymously is difficult because it makes the part of my life that I lead in a fantasy world a tangible thing that most people would think I should deal with.

I think it is absolutely beautiful that we are all sharing our souls with each other right now, in the most honest ways imaginable, and being completely anonymous.

I know I speak for myself when I say, this has been a release that I really needed.

How about now?

I am relieved I am able say yes to you, Easily Identifiable. I feel that by pestering me to see if I’ve posted is dampening the beautify of sharing all these secrets. I have posted mine. Please, be satisfied.

Five of these secrets could be mine but they’re not. It’s been a wave of relief to know that I am not alone, though. The boyfriend relationship one? Oh my god the grass is always greener. I want boy after boy but only because I am afraid that I am missing the right one. But I know If I am not careful I will.

I don’t love him.

I’m always telling you how I wish I knew you in real life but I secretly never want to meet you because I’m afraid I won’t be good enough.

I told myself I would try not to comment after secrets but I just can’t help it on this one. I’m so, so, sorry you feel that way. I’m sure our time together would be more than lovely.

I am so scared that when you find out which one is me, and how I really feel, you won’t ever want to speak to me again.

I would never want to stop speaking to you. Kogepan.

I also fear I won’t be good enough should we ever meet. I also have a man in my head that will never be shared with the world, except sometimes it is sexual, so sometimes I do feel like I’m cheating. Sometimes I go to bed earlier to weave his character further in my mind. I also love him, but don’t know if I love the real one. I worry people think I’m better than I am, that they’ll see through me, see the me I want to hide.

And that doesn’t cover all the secrets I feel I can relate to. I wish I knew who replied to my earlier secret.

This thread of comments has touched me beyond my words can describe. It is such a relief.

Even though I told her it was okay every time she slept with someone new I died. I wanted to be everything to her. But the one thing I couldn’t be was male.

I am going to print this when it’s over and put it in a notebook with your picture and “PRIVATE” written on it because I just I can’t believe the beauty in these words

I stopped taking birth control because I want him to make me pregnant.

It hurts.

I have been in love with the same man for a year and a half. we live together. He kills me every day with words without even realising it.

I need to leave him but I can’t. I’m not even sure if its because I am still so desperately in love with him, or if I am scared to leave him, all alone.

I also don’t want him to be with anybody else.

He and my best friend kissed once. A very long time ago. They pretend it didn’t happen, and that I don’t know, and that they hate each other for no reason. I feel so alone.

I can’t tell if I’m moved by these or destroyed by them.

I had no intention of commenting at all but I was shocked by the 58 comments and I was just so moved by these that I had to post something. If I shared a real secret on here I’d kill myself. I hope this means something.

I have a very complex relationship with drugs, the kind most would classify as soft drugs. Going into this world I knew things would only grow more complex. After a year of doing very well with balancing my recreational use and managing my life I find myself using so frequently that I just want to stop the frequency of use. I’m not looking for counciling, nor am I looking to stop. I picked up in use due to small town depression and friends who share a similar problem during the summer. I’ve lost creative drive, some of my personality, and I’ve lost personal alone time due to the pressures of having to be around everyone when we use. I feel there is nothing wrong with my recreational use as a means to kill time on a boring Friday. I guarantee anyone who would ask that I am very responsible with the subject matter, but I want things to return to a once or twice a week affair. It’s just too much and it’s becoming boring. It’s almost cruel how hard it is to talk about this with anyone. I’m either damned for using or chastised for not wanting to. Despite anyone’s morals and political views, I’m still human. I just want someone to recognize that.

Thank you for listening. You’ve always been nothing less than grand at doing so.

I think I’m falling in love. That simple.

For the past 6 years I have been creating an alternate life for myself in my mind before I go to sleep.
In it, I am beautiful, funny and dating Daniel Radcliffe.

(I’ve never told anyone this before)

I think you’re funny, and beautiful, and thank you so much for sharing.

I counseled myself through a rape.

Whoever you are, please message me (or someone) on AIM or MSN or email. That is never something you should go through alone as it will effect you and your relationships for the rest of your life. I would be willing to talk to you about it and most importantly, keep your identity private.

It is amazing that you tried to handle it alone.
I am here if you want and it will be okay.

I know Sara in real life….she is about 50 feet from me….she eats too many burritos….and she is as lovely as all of you think she is. I do have an actual secret in your thread, dear.

o.o *looks around*

*stares at the burritos she brought for lunch*

UH.

=)

I found your site through stumble upon and you had an entry about you and how much you like your mom, I really like my mom, but most of my friends are always talking about how much they hate their moms. I liked your pictures and site so I showed my mom and now we both read. I think I know which secret is hers but she doesn’t think I know. I want her to know it’s me and that it’s okay and I lov eher anyway.

I don’t have any secrets. Perhaps this means my life is boring, or perhaps it’s just because I’m an optimist and like to keep things uncomplicated, but I like it better this way.

I’m posting anonymously though cause it’s fun.

Keenan Bailey and I used to have a diary in which we would document any time the other kids in “latch key” broke the rules when we were in elementary school. Most def inspired by Harriet the Spy. We were pretty lame XD…

I wish I was with someone else who I don’t even know that well, instead of him.

I lie on reflex. Because no matter how well I do at something I never feel it is never good enough, so I lie in order to make me feel that I am good enough, or at least feel that others think I am.

I used to hit my dog when I was angry. My parents put him down when he bit me “for no reason”. I have never forgiven myself.

I’m not sure why it still hurts me so much when I only knew him for a few months, and I never met him.
But there was something special about him. I connected with him.
And now I feel like he broke into two parts, one for me, and one for J.
And now he’s a part of us.

I miss you.

I am glad my ex-best friend and I fell out of touch because I don’t have to compete or live up to their expectations anymore.

I’ve had three abortions.

I mailed in a Post Secret that was a flat out lie.

I am half black and I am the most racist person I know. I want so badly to be purely white.

I cut myself again over a pre-existing scar so no one would be able to notice.

I read a previous comment about alternate lives and I had to look up who Daniel Radcliffe was. I have never read, seen, or understood everyone’s obsession with Harry Potter.

Oh my God I’ve already posted my secret but I’ve never understood the obsession either. I read the first book and it was okay but it’s just gone downhill from there.

I play Horseland.com, a game designed for children/young teenagers. But I’m much older.

I started in grade 8 when it was the cool thing to do. But the year wore on it became old with the other girls and they moved on. I kept playing. I love the mindless aspect, it’s soothing. After a few years of inactivity I starting playing again. I’m constantly reaching backwards into my past, hoping to find comfort in what were happy times.

I’ve dreamt you stole every person from my life on more than one occasion.
I am jealous of your beauty.
I am jealous of your poise.
I am jealous of your creativity.
I am jealous of your life, even if it comes unraveled sometimes.

But more than all of this, deep down, I am more afraid that because I allow myself to be consumed by this bitter jealousy, I will forget to keep loving you as you deserve.

I only read your entries if they are short. Most of the time I just skim through and look at the pictures. Sometimes I comment like I have, though, and for that I’m sorry.

My girlfriend is the nicest person in the world and she loves me very much. I don’t love her back, though… not like she deserves. I’ve secretely been waiting for a ship that sailed a long time ago. It sounds stupid, and it is. I know if I had everything I wish for now, I would probably still be unhappy. I wish I could just be content with where I am.

I’m still happy, no matter what. I will not let the world break me. I will quote Sara: “Love Exists.” It does.

I’m almost positive that everyone thinks I’m either anorexic or that I have an eating disorder, and it’s not fair. I’m not, and I don’t. I am thin, and this is just how I’ve always been.

I judged people when they used the vanity mirror in my car when I’m driving so I ripped it out.

“I am paralyzed by everyone’s idea of what I should be”

I read that on a Postsecret card. It was superimposed on a photo of the Kennedys. It spoke to me because I wish people would understand that we’re not cartoon characters. We don’t have one personality, one trait, one way of existing, and more than that we don’t get an anvil dropped on us and carry on walking. I need people to listen to me more and to see more of me than they do.

I am paralyzed by everyone’s idea of what I should be.

I desperately try to act as though I am confident and self-assured.
Sometimes I think I really am. But deep down, I have this horrible weighted feeling that I am not good enough. I need to find confirmation in others, even when I don’t really respect or care about them.
I also feel like none of my friends can ever relate to me, so I bottle an excessive amount of self-doubt and anger inside, wihich I know cannot be healthy.
Do you ever wonder if you are no longer capable of feeling true inexplicable happiness?
I wish I was a kid again so that I could be truly free and just BE happy.

I knowingly cheated with someone I knew’s boyfriend (of multiple years) not once: but twice.
It is the worst thing I have ever done. I like to think it was out of character for me, that I was just desperatie and lonely.
The worst part is: I don’t even care about or for him.

Last night, me and my closest friends wrote down our negative thoughts on peices of paper, burnt them and then danced around the fire… I’ve never felt closer to any of them.

I choke on every word my mother says because I know deep down inside that it is a lie.

The only reason I haven’t quit my job yet is because I am waiting. I am waiting for the day when I feel appreciated; when I feel I have a purpose.. a reason for staying. I want it to be one of those rare moments when I know they need me, When they put down their stupid superiority complexes and humble themselves before me.

That way; when I leave, they will be on their knees.

Not the other way around.

The more I find out about the man she married; the more I want him to die.

When I was a little girl, my family visited my grandmother’s house. My aunt had her two Schnauzers there and one of them started barking and growling aggressively at my little sister and me. I backed out of the room and shut the door…with my sister still inside.

Nothing happened to her - my dad rushed in at the commotion and saved her.

But I don’t remember feeling any concern for her. I was aware of the risk I was putting her at and didn’t care. And that lack of … human reaction frightens me even today, when I know I would never do something like that again. I understood. But I didn’t care.

Hi blonde hair, so much for anonymous eh? Wow.

EDITED: Don’t worry, I edited it for you. I’ve got your back.

I used to cut myself in 9th grade. I only have one scar from it though.

I feel like I’m losing interest in the one I love…and gaining one in a new person.

I feel sexier now that I have a tan.

I used to get mad at people when they’d bring your name into our conversations.

I’d accuse them of comparing me to you, because that is how I felt. I felt like everyone wanted me to be like you, to be as compassionate and understanding - to be phenominal and bright. I got angry because I thought people liked you more, that they’d prefer your company over mine.

I realized over time that we are both talented and we are both bright and compassionate.
But I never shook the feeling that I am only second best.