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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Have you ever been to Postsecret? I know that I wandered there every Sunday and I am often disappointed by what is posted. Sometimes I wish there was more, something that I could relate to. So here’s your chance. Here I will post every secret given to me. Every. Single. One.</description><title>Welcome to Blogsecret. Click here for more info!</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @blogsecret)</generator><link>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>I got into an awful car accident in which I totaled my car, &amp;amp; the officers on the scene said...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="53205159464_message_body"&gt;I got into an awful car accident in which I totaled my car, &amp;amp; the officers on the scene said that had the situation happened any other way, I could have died. Luckily I’m okay aside from a broken back. Since the accident, I’ve been unable to leave my bedroom because I can’t climb stairs, bend over, or lift anything. However, I’ve had multiple people come visit me at home to make me feel better, yet none of them have been the people I thought would have been here. It took a life-threatening turn of events for me to realize who was &amp;amp; wasn’t a true friend to me, &amp;amp; I find that extremely sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53347289457</link><guid>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53347289457</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 03:46:13 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title> how much more bullshit can be thrown at me before i finally go off the deep end?  i’ve been handling everything the best I can, but I won’t be able to for much longer.</title><link>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53346372301</link><guid>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53346372301</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 03:17:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I kind of want to be with this one boy but I know it’ll break my friends heart even more if i do.</title><link>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53345399881</link><guid>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53345399881</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 02:49:41 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I feel like I can’t put my problems on my friends because they selfharm and have enough problems but...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I feel like I can’t put my problems on my friends because they selfharm and have enough problems but then dont talk to me about them and i feel like i cant do anything to help them and it sucks&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53344347906</link><guid>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53344347906</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 02:21:40 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Tomorrow’s the last day of school. I want to tell you exactly how I feel about you. I’ve kept it...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="53219379796_message_body"&gt;Tomorrow’s the last day of school. I want to tell you exactly how I feel about you. I’ve kept it bottled up inside for all these years. I think you know too. I’ve seen you look at other girls the same way I look at you and I guess at that point I realized that why should I tell you how I feel when I’m terrified you’ll never love me back. Because I know you won’t. I know you like her. It hurts. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53343171990</link><guid>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53343171990</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 01:53:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I get so much pleasure out of touching myself but I always want someone to do it for me while I lay...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I get so much pleasure out of touching myself but I always want someone to do it for me while I lay back and moan with ecstasy. Preferably someone hot who knows how to work me. I probably won’t ever get one though so I’ll have to settle with doing it myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53341862224</link><guid>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53341862224</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 01:25:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>


Mary.
I kissed your brother. I made-out with your brother while you were passed out drunk on the...</title><description>&lt;div class="post_content clearfix"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Mary.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I kissed your brother. I made-out with your brother while you were passed out drunk on the floor next to us. We were drunk and I would have done it sober. To be honest I want to do it sober. I want to desperately bang your brother. Sorry, but I can’t be sorry or ashamed about the people I like. You’ll get over it…someday.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div class="post_title"&gt;I posted a picture of my naked boobs (no face) on r/gonewildplus on Reddit and it made it to the top 5 posts in less than 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;All of the comments and messages from horny guys make me feel so amazing.  I’ve never shown my boobs to anyone other than my boyfriend before, so it’s an incredible feeling to know that other people besides him think they’re nice. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He doesn’t know I posted them on the internet though, and I’m not sure if I should tell him.  :x&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53335560709</link><guid>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53335560709</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:33:14 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I’m sick of it. You always get everything, I know you are my best friend and that you don’t do it on...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="53323506404_message_body"&gt;I’m sick of it.&lt;br/&gt; You always get everything, I know you are my best friend and that you don’t do it on purpose but I can see how people like you better, think you are prettier, funnier and better in every way. Even though I try and try to be better people just seem to look right past me. Every boy I’ve ever liked just look to you like you are this amazing thing, “our friends” would rather be with you any day than ever with me and it just kills me inside every time because you don’t even realize it and you are my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53333630846</link><guid>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53333630846</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:03:40 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>It was hard for me to accept you at first. But it was very easy for you to make me fall for you....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It was hard for me to accept you at first. But it was very easy for you to make me fall for you. Like we met for a reason, either it is blessing or it is a lesson. That was the happiest day of my life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Things get hard when i knew that you had fiance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wish you didn’t have one.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53332319672</link><guid>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53332319672</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 22:43:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title> I will savor and cherish that date. Because today? It was us. It was our day. The fact he had a...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="53241864819_message_body"&gt;&lt;br/&gt; I will savor and cherish that date. Because today? It was us. It was our day. The fact he had a girlfriend and the fact that I’m his best friend didn’t matter because just for today, he was mine and I was his. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; We laid together in the still silence. He held me close to his warm body. And he pulled me closer to him till I could feel him breathe through the strands of my hair. He whispered to me “You’re mine”. We kissed, we made out, we made love.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; I know it was wrong to do what we did, knowing he had a girlfriend and he was my best friend but we used to talk before. We used to be each others one and only…but feelings changed and that’s okay because we all knew it was going to happen that way anyway. But some feelings remained the same. I see the way he acts when I talk to someone else and he knows the way I act when he talks about his girlfriend. The feelings are still there…we’re just trying so hard to accept the fact we will never be together because of certain reasons. -_-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; He is my best friend, my love, my Stitch to my Lilo. Nothing will ever replace him. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Maybe it’s just me but…the wrong things can feel so right sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53327803636</link><guid>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53327803636</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:39:12 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I have everything I could wish for&amp;#160;: health, money, friends, family, diplomas… But can’t say...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have everything I could wish for&amp;#160;: health, money, friends, family, diplomas… But can’t say I’m not really happy in my life. Love is missing. After many deceptions in love, I have become very pessimistic. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53325747833</link><guid>http://blogsecret.tumblr.com/post/53325747833</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:11:06 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I get shit for your FB picture being you &amp; your best friend &amp; not me &amp; you. It's annoying to hear, "oh, they aren't going out? So why is his picture with her &amp; not with you?" and I get tired of looking at it. Change it. </title><description>&lt;div class="post_content clearfix"&gt;
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Two of you have been together for almost two years, that is why i can’t say anything.
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&lt;p&gt;Two of you have been together for almost two years, that is why i can’t say anything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He’s made mistakes, but he’s atoned for them. You on the other hand, you won’t let go. You won’t let him in. You won’t give back the same amount of energy that he does. You think your life is sad and miserable but you have no idea what kind of hell you’re putting him through. Every now and then, i talk him down from suicide. You don’t know his torment, because you don’t care about his heart. You will be his death at this rate.&lt;/p&gt;
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I hate you

My mom makes me want to kill myself,I don’t know why I’m still here.She’s honestly...</title><description>&lt;div class="post_content clearfix"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;My mom makes me want to kill myself,I don’t know why I’m still here.She’s honestly driving me insane and I rather live with my dad.I regret moving back here so much.I just fucked everything up.&lt;/p&gt;
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You constantly asked to hang out. Every. Single. Day. And, like a good girlfriend, I put your...</title><description>&lt;div class="post_content clearfix"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;You constantly asked to hang out. Every. Single. Day. And, like a good girlfriend, I put your feelings first and got my lazy, introverted self off my ass and out of my house, every day, just because you wanted to see me, even though I didn’t really wanna see you. And do you know why I didn’t wanna see you? I wasn’t able to be my true self with you. You made fun of me whenever I was. Yes, you loved me, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt, and it definitely wasn’t enough to make me want to stay, even after three years. Introverts don’t like being with people unless they feel comfortable around them. And it takes a lot to be that comfortable. Introverts don’t want to have to hold back any of their personality, which is why they like being alone, because they don’t trust many people.&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He is someone I trust to be myself around. Not you. I could spend every waking moment with him and be perfectly happy with that, because I can be 100% me with him. I could never be me with you. You made me change, for you. I don’t have to do shit for him. So that is why I am dating him. That is why I am never, ever, going back to you.&lt;/p&gt;
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