i have this weird obsession with death. all i think about is dying. i want to know what comes after this life. i always try to be the best person i can be because i dont want to go to hell. i fear doing fun things and stuff because i want to live as long as possible. i stay inside and lie and tell people that i do things on the weekend when all i do is lay in bed and eat all day.

I think I may be falling for mckenzie. She is so beautiful, skinny, sweet, tall, beautiful, smart, beautiful, funny, beautiful, beautiful, and BEAUTIFUL. I can't stop thinking about her. I'm a straight girl. I think I may be a lesbian, guys are starting to not intrest me.

I hate my brother. He's 15 and I'm 11. He always copies my music. He thinks he did it first. And I'm the one who gets in trouble. I wish he was dead or disappeared. Life would be better. I wont regretted. Then he always starts to fight me. I end up crying

You make me crazy. I can't stop to think about you...everytime,everyday. I still remember your face. your eye,your smelt. This morning, I woke up thinking again about you , about your smelt, about your arm, your hair in the air, your smile. I'm in love with you DAMN!

I think no one will ever want me

I resent easily accessible birth control for making casual sex such a 'thing', and making me lose faith in my fiance.

I haven't had sex in 4 years because 'm so afraid of getting a girl pregnant.

i just transfered to a public school. i have no friends and i have no one i can relate too all i do is hangout with my boyfriend and it gets boring.
my skin is natuarlly white but i put tanner all over my body. i wear heavy makeup and everything. people tell me i look pretty without it ans with it but i dont want to hear that but then again i dont know what to believe, guys always tell me im hot..but for some reason thats not enough for me to feel good about myself. i wish had atleast i had one close friend but i get nervous about what people think about me so i dont really talk. i feel like theres no hope. im trapped inside this bubble of insecureness and hoplessness.

I am so sorry I was that girl. Never ever again.

I wish someone knew and cared about everything that has happened. I used to cut, and I stopped. It took a long time for all the scars to fade, but they only faded because I rubbed lemon juice and honey on them. Now I miss the scars, and the days are feeling lonelier and darker.... I miss cutting. I can just feel that blade in my hand again.... But I just got to wearing short sleeves again and I don't want to lose that. I dont wanna be depressed again.... I thought I beat it, twice. Now I'm slipping back into it and I'm afraid that I'll lose control and cut my arms again. I wish someone knew everything I've been through. I wish they know just how much I'm hurting. When i used to cut, I'd walk out of the school bathroom after a cutting session, and is walk down the crowded hallway thinking, you don't know I just hurt myself in the bathroom. You don't know I just made myself BLEED!! PLEASE! I just want someone to say hi to me in the halls like I do. I walk down them, smiling and saying hi to people I dont know, in hopes they'll see how nice I could be, and how they should be my friend... I'm afraid. I'm afraid of cutting. But I miss it so much! I miss my scars, I wish I'd kept them so I had proof that I did cut. Im so scared, Im slipping back into depression. I'm also twelve years old. I'm pretty sure I'm a 25 year old stuck in a twelve year olds body. I don't think like my friends do. I never have. Ive always known I'm different. This SUCKS.

Tonight, the man I love asked if I was having an affair with his business partner. I was incredulous - I cannot believe how someone so close to me could believe rumors instead of having faith that I would tell him about it if it were reality. Yet I still love this man, even though I'm married to another. It's not something I looked to find, but now that I'm here, I wish I would've never fallen in love with him because I can't do anything about it. And now..for him to ask me such a thing - it hurts me. Please let me have the strength to not let the rumors affect me. I also hope that I can fall in love with my husband again instead.

This website may have saved my life. Please post more secrets guys, it helps me when I see I'm not alone.