My secret isn't sad.
My secret isn't sad.
This is going to be my last secret. Within the past year my life has been horrible. I have submitted many secrets.
Almost exactly a year later, I'm finally happy. I got through it.
Guess what? You will too.
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I wear pants every day.
I wear pants every day.
My secret is that I write both song lyrics and wishes all over my legs every night. No one will ever see it or know it's there.
But I know, and I can feel it. It makes me feel a lot better. Even though my "wishes" are unlikely to ever be a reality.
I don't remember anything before the sixth grade.
I don't remember anything before the sixth grade.
That's almost half my lifetime.
I don't know if I want to remember.
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Every time my sister makes fun of me for listening to the song Not Alone by Darren Criss repeatedly she doesn't know that that song is the only reason I stopped cutting myself.
Every time my sister makes fun of me for listening to the song Not Alone by Darren Criss repeatedly she doesn't know that that song is the only reason I stopped cutting myself.
I still listen to that song at least four times a day.
She still has no idea why.
I don't have a friend that's there for me.
I don't have a friend that's there for me.
Both of my brothers smoke and pretend they aren't addicted.
One of them constantly reminds me that I'm overweight and ugly.
My parents struggle with money and want to move.
And I put on a fake smile every day and pretend everything's okay.
