Random Postsecrets I've Found (#33). Bold the ones you can relate to. [blazingbulletsxx] I wish I'd gone to Art School instead.
I feel like I'm lying to my very Christian parents, every time I have sex with my boyfriend. We're all a part of something, it's big and important and magical. I wanted you to know more than anybody and I want to show you badly, but we're just friends now, so I can't. You'd really like them. I still miss you. Recovery still feels like losing a best friend. It was us that forked your lawn. Ha Ha! I read my husband's e-mail. Sometimes, I send replies. I just redid my Postsecret because it was grammatically incorrect. Stop making me secret keeper! There's still hope. There always is. I often worry that Holden Caulfield is the only man I will ever love. Some part of me always wants to say, "Fuck daylight savings". All you had to do was call me. I lost one of my friends because she kissed a girl and she liked it. Do you really want this for the rest of your life? Sometimes, I think I have too much hope. I equate thumbs with a nice penis. They should make cards that say, "Fuck You". |