From the Moderators

Thank you for sharing your secrets.

The reaction to this blog in such a short time has been overwhelming and gratifying. Not only have the posts been eye-opening, but your comments have added so much to what this project is starting to become. 

We do request that when you submit a secret, however, that you try to be concise. We have been getting several posts that, while as touching and fascinating as any of the others, probably already have CliffsNotes for sale at your friendly neighborhood amazon.com. Ideally, your secret will be between one sentence and two (short) paragraphs long. While we so appreciate your choice to participate in this project, for the sake of those reading the secrets (and us who moderate them), brevity is preferable.

If your secret has not been posted and you suspect length was the reason, please feel free to shorten it and submit again.

(This post, for instance, might serve as an example of what not to do.)

I'm fucking awesome.

I love my family, but everytime they come to visit, they never fail to remind me of how I'm not living up to my potential as a student, of how fat I've become, and my many other shortcomings. So, I've rebelled and gained more weight, and became careless about my schoolwork.

i like big butts and i cannot lie...

no, seriously. i have a thing for HUGE asses, especially on white girls. my girlfriend's is really small, though, which kind of sucks.

i never wear underwear if i can avoid it...

The first time I stayed with you, we didn't have sex because both of us said we weren't the one night stand type. That was 2 months ago and I've stayed at least once a week since but I think you're too afraid to bring it up again. It's ok; this is obviously more than just hooking up. I'm attached and I think you are too.

I didn't give you my number just because I felt your phone book could use a new number.

I gave it to you because I want you to call me.

I know that more than likely you're going to cancel tonight.

-but even though I tell myself (and everyone else) that I'm okay with that because I don't expect anything from you anyway... I'm still disappointed.

I don't think you realize how much your friendship means to me, but you bring out the best in me. When I'm around you, I am myself at my happiest, my kindest, my cleverest, my funniest (those kind of stop looking like real words all strung together like that, huh?), my most comfortable and my most engaged in the world around me. I know I'm not the only person who feels like this around you, and I'd feel awkward telling you in person, but if you read this and you think that there's no way this could possibly ever ever be about you -- it is.

I hate the feeling that no matter where I go or who I'm with, there is someone prettier, smarter, more funny or "cooler" than I am. I feel so fuckin inadequate.

I could see myself falling in love with you one day, but last night you spilled all your past secrets and mistakes, and now I don't know if I could ever trust you.

I'm putting on a smile for you and I may even get a new girl one of these days (eventually), but I'll probably never stop hoping that you'll change your mind someday and want what we had back.

The next two years are going to be very long.

I trusted you; I was in love with you; we dated for 2 years. Then I had sex with you ... which wasn't a problem until a month later when I found out I got an STD from you... after we broke up.

I was the "good girl." The one who waited for love. The one who had only kissed before my relationship with you. And this is what I get for it. A lifetime of taking medicine and worrying, wondering if anyone will ever stay with me once they find out. Why should I ever expect them to? I don't think I would have.

I won't be like you and not tell them - I won't make them go through the misery, confusion, and pain. OWN UP to it. Don't ruin someone else's love life, too.

I didn't stop liking you. I didn't get too busy. I was falling in love with you and I had to distance myself. Your relationship with her is perfect and I would never forgive myself if I was the cause of it ending.

I just want to lay next to you, and forget about how horrible things have been lately. I want so badly for things to be the way they could have been.

Comment here to submit a secret 3/30/08

I really can't stand you. I think that you are one of the most ignorant, vapid, self-absorbed individuals I have ever met in my entire life.
I think that you carry an incredible amount of insecurity in your heart, and your attempts to mask that with false-confidence fail miserably.
I think that everyone can see through you, and I think that you try so hard it's disgusting.

But what unnerves me the most is that YOU talk down to ME like I have no direction or sense of moral consciousness in my life- when in fact, I feel that YOU, more than anyone else that I know, needs guidance and direction and a more concrete sense of who you are and what you are looking for.

...but I'll be nice because you live next door and you're "one of my friends".

...and I know that saying this to you would accomplish nothing, as I sincerely believe that you don't have the capacity to understand or acknowledge your own shortcomings.