Secret Confessions

[Doomy]

[Edited Because I Fracking Can]

Welcome to the Secret Confessions thread. Beyond the pure anonymity of the internet, there lies a certain level of understanding behind all the accounts here on FF. The SC account carries burden of allowing the user to give a candid, private confession with (hopefully) understanding feedback. The SC thread is for other posters to give kind and/or helpful advice, words of empathy, or a secret of their own (under the SC name or not).

This account is a group account, and EVERYONE needs to treat it respectfully. By posting under the Secret Confessor, you are pledging to refrain from hate mail, "finger-pointing", insulting and being a jerkface. By posting in the SC thread, you are pledging to keep the comments respectful. This has not yet been a problem, but it's nice to have written down "just in case".

If you would like to use the SC account for ANY reason beside posting in this thread, please PM me- even if it's under the SC name (this is not to exert authority, but to maintain order over a very accessible account).

Thank you!


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[Lamp Post]

*offers tea*

Way not to make her a cake, love.

[Xuut]

Dude, that person is an asshole.

Dropping them was worth it.

And eat their cake! I bet it's delicious! :D

[Secret Confessor]

I find myself avoiding him, but I'm too much of a coward to break up with him. And I feel horrible for leading him on by pretending it's all great still...

[Megan (Fishy)]

Break up with him. You're doing a favor for both of you. Sure, he might be hurt, but if you don't like him there's no use wasting both of your time and making this even harder for him. Let him move on if you don't want to be with him.

[Megan (Fishy)]

Six Billion Secrets makes me feel like a spoiled brat.

Thought you should know.

[Hannah]

I really am an incredible actor.

How original, a fifteen year old who feels like she's living a lie.

And that's fine because I hate feeling weak and pitiful. I don't want anyone to worry about me. I want to be a shallow, silly adolescent like all of my 'friends'.

But sometimes it'd be nice to not feel so... Fake.

[MusicInTheWind]

I've decided I'm not going to elaborate anymore. I'm fine.

That last part was a lie but whatever. It doesn't matter.

[o0_flying high_0o]

It /does/ matter though.

I can tell you're not fine, and I'd love you to elaborate more. I worry about you, love. I want to know what's going on.

[Dual]

I'm a pathological liar.

I'm narcissistic and vain.

My hands are a mess for god knows why.

I want to love, but I can't.

I have no sense of humour and find nothing funny...at all.

[Contradiction]

...I don't know what to say, because I don't know what you're thinking.

Just... it'll all work out.

You're better than you're making yourself out to be.

[Secret Confessor]

Nothing is wrong. I'm fine.

Truly.

But, I don't feel fine. And, a part of me wants to pull everything down so that it matches my mood. Rip apart everything good, destroy everything that might bring happiness. And then I'll be all alone and everything will be in ruins. But, my mood will finally be justified.

[Hannah]

If you know what you're doing, and still continue these self-destructive actions, I don't know how to help you.

Just stop, ok?