<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912</id><updated>2009-11-16T09:27:32.518Z</updated><title type='text'>Textsecrets</title><subtitle type='html'>Everybody has one, or sometimes more than one. Share yours.

(Textsecrets is a blog that deals with adult topics, just so you know.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-5869059028696348036</id><published>2007-10-10T16:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:45:31.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Moving!</title><content type='html'>We're moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://textsecrets.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://textsecrets.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your secret over there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-5869059028696348036?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/5869059028696348036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/5869059028696348036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/10/were-moving.html' title='We&apos;re Moving!'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-1627456371868952416</id><published>2007-10-07T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:06:49.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 17</title><content type='html'>Post 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Why did i sleep with him 3 times?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 20, 2007 9:00:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=5057437911277092883" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sick of the fact that i would love to smash my mothers head in sometimes. i just want her realise im not sorry for the things i have said and done, i wish my dad would leave her&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 21, 2007 7:59:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=6136008232234229008" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;ive been in love with the same man for 7 years. we get together every other year and this is the only time im really happy. we live in the same small town and i have to see him every day! i haven't had a boyfriend the last 7 years because im waiting for him&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, September 22, 2007 1:23:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=4620318760893488355" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;My life is far from perfect, but iv found a guy who makes me forget the sorrow because he makes everything seem better. I'm only 19 and i genuinely believe i have found the love of my life. I'm gobsmacked.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, September 22, 2007 2:42:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=7897978690894297838" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i dont think ill ever find someone to love who'll love me back!&lt;br /&gt;Monday, September 24, 2007 9:51:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=2487684484192941061" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I really hate W for doing what she done.She used me for the house.I hate her so much.How could I ever love such a cold hearted cruel decieving c**t.Im not a bad man.I dont cheat , treat women with respect and always try my best.In a way its the best thing that happened to me becasue i am so so happy now and ny girlfriend now IS the woman im supposed to be with but i still get very angry and annoyed over it.I want her to regret her mistake til the day she dies but then again she is too god damn ignorant to realise anyone else has feelings."W" you`ll never know how much i hate you "A" you`ll never know how much i love and adore you and im so lucky to have you in my life&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 25, 2007 1:59:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=9192067806957793198" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;im so pissed off rite now! :(&lt;br /&gt;Monday, October 01, 2007 5:43:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=6355216089774731538" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;ever have a best friend let u down...?and make u hurt lik i am now...?friends forever eh?!?!...&lt;br /&gt;Monday, October 01, 2007 5:45:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=1299690793675693011" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Why does he flaunt her in front of me and ignore me, but when we are alone its so different, hate that you are wrecking my head!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, October 03, 2007 7:51:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=2361531472627046186" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't like me as much as i like him.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, October 03, 2007 8:06:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=6460896925298192461" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i got the fright of my life coz i thought i was pregnant but i found out i wasnt and started cryin so i think i want a baby but im only 19&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, October 03, 2007 9:01:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=8705058137125049444" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;ive had sex with two of my cousins, and im 14.....&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, October 03, 2007 9:46:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=8522730226331061680" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love wit a man who thinks he's no good for me. its destroying me knowing that he only wants to stay friends so that he doesn't hurt, me.....i'm already hurting&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 20, 2007 4:15:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=924975396072063132" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for myself.I tell myself it's okay to be miserable because I think my life is hell. I'm 14, gay, bullied (in my eyes) and have never been kissed or had a best friend. I hate school with a passion. I'm a smart student. I can live with it. But the constant fear of being thrown over walls, punched or "moshed", and the no self confidence, and the fact that I worry for weeks after a teacher says one bad word to me. I worry an unheatly amount each day, that my mum gives out that I smell when I get in the car to go home.It really doesn't seem worth it. But I do it, and feel sorry for myself. And I don't know if I should or not. This whole post is me feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 20, 2007 7:21:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=6930670940929045625" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I've done things on the internet, no teenager should ever be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 20, 2007 7:23:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=4812665666222065444" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;That one night stand was brilliant, I felt loved and wanted then- but it was months ago.I hate the way he’s with her and it’s been 2 years- and I have no one.I'm bi and living a serious big lie to my family- I’d be kicked out if they knew at all.I hate the way I feel I am wasting my life on a stupid dream that I will never achieve but I still want it.Sometimes I feel so feckin’ worthless I feel I don't deserve to live and look up suicide methods on the Internet...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, October 06, 2007 10:16:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=4677636471938899207" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with a friend from college, but I am too scared to make a move on her and risk ruining the great friendship we have.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 28, 2007 12:29:00 AM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=6770970028165258659" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me when the lads make jokes about my weight, but I don't have the courage to say how I feel, so I just laugh with them.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 28, 2007 12:32:00 AM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=9152563228617503543" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea how to make the first move on girls. I always wait for them to come to me. They rarely do.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 28, 2007 12:34:00 AM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=6217122245071224341" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;He's says he's good for me, but I'm not sure he is...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, October 06, 2007 3:31:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=9198122777417756190" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave yours anonymously in the comments below....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-1627456371868952416?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1627456371868952416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1627456371868952416&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/1627456371868952416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/1627456371868952416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-17.html' title='Post 17'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-6300790614286647921</id><published>2007-09-20T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:18:24.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 16</title><content type='html'>Post 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I JUST GOT TOLD IM A HORRIBLE PERSON!!Aghhh! Y wont anybody let me b happy!!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 13, 2007 10:33:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=2351286219522226657"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I hate that he doesn’t miss me. I am gutted that I care so much….&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 14, 2007 1:51:00 AM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=6335958055331289195"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted to self harm.... 4 or 5 times a day i sneak into the bathroon and heat the hook of a clothes hanger with a lighter and stab it into my thigh. i hate the scars so much but it gives me such a high. It's like a drug and i can't help it. I've done it on the inside of my left arm too which made me almost estatic. i just can't stop myself doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 14, 2007 4:11:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=6364056564649612056"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Did I do the wrong thing giving him up? What if I never have another child? What if he hates me when he is older for what I did?&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 14, 2007 5:31:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=8899178420111859994"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm 20 and have never been to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, September 15, 2007 7:55:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=7248290431744335525"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i fell n love wit a guy, he loves me back, he's going away travelling, he msned me recently, and i msned him back but i haven't heard from him since... if love is the most beautiful thing why the hell does it hurt so much? i've never hurt this much ever:(&lt;br /&gt;Monday, September 17, 2007 10:40:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=1883026967426131068"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop cheating but I really want to be with the other guy....and now he has a girlfriend and its serious&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 18, 2007 12:28:00 AM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=1618419654373270531"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love wit a man who thinks he's no good for me. its destroying me knowing that he only wants to stay friends so that he doesn't hurt, me.....i'm already hurting&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 20, 2007 4:15:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=924975396072063132"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for myself.I tell myself it's okay to be miserable because I think my life is hell. I'm 14, gay, bullied (in my eyes) and have never been kissed or had a best friend. I hate school with a passion. I'm a smart student. I can live with it. But the constant fear of being thrown over walls, punched or "moshed", and the no self confidence, and the fact that I worry for weeks after a teacher says one bad word to me. I worry an unheatly amount each day, that my mum gives out that I smell when I get in the car to go home.It really doesn't seem worth it. But I do it, and feel sorry for myself. And I don't know if I should or not. This whole post is me feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 20, 2007 7:21:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=6930670940929045625"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I've done things on the internet, no teenager should ever be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 20, 2007 7:23:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=4812665666222065444"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm 22 and have never had a proper boyfriend. I have kissed only a few guys and even when I'm drunk I can't relax and go with it. I do get chatted up but I always think of an excuse to leave if a guy is chatting to me. I can talk with guys no problem but when it comes to something so simple like kissing or having sex it scares the bejezus out of me. Feel so weird cos all my friends have long term boyfriends. What to do!!!!Feel like I should be over all the awkwardness of boys at my age but I'm not :(&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 19, 2007 4:16:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=5613316754076979577"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;hi..i'm 23yrs of age,i still live with my parents and my sis who's 30,i hate her,my mum keeps telling me she's the only one i have,i don't care,i feel i'm the big sister in every case,she never gives me or my parents a break,she talks down to my mother,insults her,criticises the way she eats and speaks,while we're sitting at the dinner tableshe's nasty and verbally abusive to both my parents,and to my dad most of all who has let her work in the family business,i cry myself to sleep every night for what she is doing,i feel hurt and ashamed to call her my blood....and my sister :(&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 20, 2007 2:54:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=2638206227679942395"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i would like to have a baby with the most amazing person i love in my life....he's the first person i slept with and i've been with him for nearly 3 yrs&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 20, 2007 3:01:00 PM&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=9197727933522139258"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave yours in the comments below&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-6300790614286647921?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6300790614286647921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6300790614286647921&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/6300790614286647921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/6300790614286647921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-16.html' title='Post 16'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-4933276224448866817</id><published>2007-09-13T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:51:56.457+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 15</title><content type='html'>Post 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Im 19 and working, id love to be be in college but parents want me working.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, September 09, 2007 12:26:00 AM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=7539097773999003177"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I really hope she leaves me a message.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, September 09, 2007 12:31:00 AM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=5846618880585825852"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;aghh im makin myself SICK and i onli turned 17! Im gay one day and bi the next! I feel dirty! I liked a gurl and kissed her one nite then slept wit a guy da same nite! Den i kissed another guy da next day!WTF!! AGHHH! lifes screwin me over literally!!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, September 09, 2007 11:59:00 AM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6322888223310258508"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;im 14 and i cant tie my shoelaces, i secretly hate all of my friends exept 1! but otherwise im happy...im so tired and bored though, and too many ppl use me for my money! lol&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, September 09, 2007 2:31:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=7855681213522798708"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;im 17 and i play with barbies.i really enjoy dressing them up and sacificing their friends in fire&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, September 09, 2007 5:38:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=3806620349815497057"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;The only time I feel really happy is when I'm writing. But real life and jobs mean that those moments are few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, September 09, 2007 8:27:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4809466294357454501"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i am a liar&lt;br /&gt;Monday, September 10, 2007 4:49:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1479944753886553852"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I told everybody that nothing happened with him that night on the beach,It did.A lot did.But i cant tell my friends cause they'd hate me for it.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 12, 2007 9:13:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4052951417976449917"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I really really like him,but i cant tell him that.I insult him on a daily basis just so i can hide my real feelings,will i ever be happy if i keep doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 12, 2007 9:14:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave yours in the comments below...&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=2689292024950500476"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-4933276224448866817?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4933276224448866817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4933276224448866817&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4933276224448866817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4933276224448866817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-15.html' title='Post 15'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-987727947549856097</id><published>2007-09-13T21:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:48:05.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John...</title><content type='html'>This one deserves a post all by itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;One year ago, i was a shell of a person, i had no friends, no confidence and thought i was incapable of hapiness. A year later and i've seen how beautiful the world can be, happiness may be fleeting and rare but you have to live for those occasions when it shines. A year ago i had given up all hope but now i see i am capable of more. If it wasn't for you John i dread to think what i would have become. I know you didn't know me, but i used to see you in work, you always reminded me of myself. When i heard you had taken your own life i cried. I didn't know you but i cried. From that day onwards i knew i had to change. I'll never understand why you did it, but i want you to know that even though i only knew your name, i'll miss you. You are the reason i changed, why i kept going, you saved my life. I thank you from the bottom of my heart John. R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 12, 2007 12:57:00 AM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=3973447416194474567"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-987727947549856097?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/987727947549856097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=987727947549856097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/987727947549856097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/987727947549856097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-john.html' title='Dear John...'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-3206503277100582179</id><published>2007-09-08T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:34:30.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 14...</title><content type='html'>Post 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;im in love wit my best friend but cant tell her cuz it will ruin d friendship again..but 4 as much as i love her i h8 her 4 leaving me d way i feel&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 06, 2007 5:37:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4145796949786597184" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Kissed one of my best friends ex months ago both knew it was a mistake but something there&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 06, 2007 10:11:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1166989187303480504" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Rick, I hurt my ex badly recently, I still love him, I dont think about him that much but i wish we could still be friends. I still talk to him under a different MSN name. I hope he never finds out.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 06, 2007 11:39:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1819220207790913141" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I was told by someone that I might have caught a sexually transmitted disesase from them. I now have to go to get a test.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 07, 2007 8:54:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=8981711976158944213" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i've lied about being treated for depression on my college application.. thing is. i think i've made the wrong decision about college anyway..i have the feeling that ive messed it all up for now.. and im still afraid im going to lose my friends of NOW to the friends they make in college. i know no matter how great the people i meet in the future are,,the one's i know now are the benchmark.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, September 08, 2007 1:53:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Had my chance with her 2 years ago,too bloody naive too realise then and have finally realised now how much of an idiot I was and the oopportunity I lost out on! The Connection was made but the confidence lacked!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 12:44:00 AM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=3886747288643583838" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell anyone that I'm bi.. and I can't tell anyone that I'm having a casual relationship with a guy whose step-brother murdered my aunt, or that I met him on the day of her anniversary.... I can't tell my ex-boyfriend that I'll never stop loving him... or that I really want to be with the guy I cheated on him with.. I can't stop thinking about either of them.. and I can't be with either... I can't stop crying myself to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 12:56:00 AM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=8820246906209235779" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop thinking about him and he is my best friends husband&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 9:32:00 AM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1698301707090612650" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm engaged at 20 and scared shitless that I'm goin 2 die and nvr have lived my life!!! Years ago i dreamt of goin 2 america 2 work.. Aint gonna happen now is it!!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 10:09:00 AM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=2155089399529894906" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Im 18, and living in debt, every moment of every day is spent worrying about it, I have a job that I like &amp;amp; pays ok, but weeks wages are gone on a stupid car, that I only ever use to go to work &amp; home.. Its pontless &amp;amp; its destroying me&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 11:05:00 AM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1702815226375610681" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like such a failure&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 12:49:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6768289934876934235" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;He wants us to have an affair hes my husbands friend............im thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 4:49:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1577669738217358099" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out of my mind in my job I don't want to get up in the mornings any more i hate it so much.I want to become an artist but dont have time or energy at night when i get home from work to work on anything, i have to keep working to pay the bills, but all i do during the day is watch the clock and count down the hours.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 5:01:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=2585891759715071991" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;ive got so many problems and i hate it. im 16, overweight and never been kissed. i think im gay and im infatuated with one of my female teachers. all ive ever wanted to be is liked and popular, i have a few great friends but im not liked by everyone or anything most people find me annoying. i want to change and loose weight but i dont have the willpower. i started cutting myself over a yr ago, not to kill myself but i guess just to release the pressure or something. i just hate myself!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 5:10:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=3294410862447616263" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I hate that he doesn't care enough to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 10:56:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=5435578062593489332" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I've told everyone I used my SSIA to pay off my car loan. I actually used it to clear my credit card and I've run up nearly a grand on it already since then. My boyfriend and I are going away for the weekend soon and I can't afford it unless I use the card again. I'm in a vicious circle and I don't know how to get out.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 11:01:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=5340503179446826943" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;In the 10 years my partner and i have been together, I've only come once. I tell him I come everytime, sometimes more than once because he feels bad if I don't and sometimes I just want the sex to be over. I love him to bits though and can't imagine life without him in it.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 11:03:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=5552819907591860861" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend's ex died in a horrible accident 2 years ago. He loved her very much and I'm worried he's only with me because he can't be with her and can't face going out to meet someone and start over again. I've known him all my life and we were together for a while in school. It's now 15 years later and I still love him but have never heard him say it back to me once. Am I being foolish? Yes. Do I care? Yes. Can I stop? Don't think I can or ever will.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 11:09:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6860905400121594342" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I used to work in my local shop when I was a teenager and I stole from them every week.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 11:09:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=62653673302427525" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I have to go be nice to my boyfriend's best friend's wife even though I hate her guts for what she did to my boyfriend last year. Am meeting her for the 1st time, think they're hoping we'll be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, September 05, 2007 11:11:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=8861540810114449528" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;my boy dumped me over two months ago, i still think about him every day, life is not worth living, I make up excuses to text him, and the worst thing is he txts back all the time, I know he wants to be withme, but hes too stubborn &amp;amp; its ruining my life..&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 06, 2007 9:27:00 AM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=2106784906534748609" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;no one knows about us, but we have been sleeping together for 2 years and i'm probably one of the many he is sleeping with..Now she is back, and I'm soo jealous even thought I know I'm a better person than she is, but when he sleeps with her at least he tells ppl.. I wish he was the person he used to be, i miss that guy...&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 06, 2007 6:58:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=9127666863099699453" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I have so many secrets I think I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 06, 2007 11:45:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=4471589698035596028" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your secret anonymously in the comments below...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-3206503277100582179?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3206503277100582179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=3206503277100582179&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/3206503277100582179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/3206503277100582179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-14.html' title='Post 14...'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-4141860827286018428</id><published>2007-09-06T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:41:18.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Textsecrets On the Radio...</title><content type='html'>Last night we did the first round of Textsecrets &lt;a href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;on the radio show&lt;/a&gt; for ages - here are just a few of the ones we recieved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m afraid of Fiat Puntos! Really, they freak me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sleeping with my best friends brother and he treats me like shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her with all my heart but I can't bear to be in the same room as her kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it tough to talk to my girlfriend about my mothers death. She would be perfect if she could listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still madly in love with my ex boyfriend. I can’t tell any of my friends coz they hate him &amp; I can’t tell him either. I’m heartbroken. I know we’re meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me he had an affair. I`m fine with it cos my mum relies on him so much but he needs a life outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 21 and sometimes I frequently wet the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve a tattoo. I don’t drink, smoke, do drugs or go out much. Nobody would ever dream of me getting one &amp; my parents would kill me if they knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with my best friend’s girl in the loo! He was in the next cubicle, he didn’t know it was us. We laughed about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick, I’m in love with my best friend for the last four years. She always wonders why I can’t hold onto a girlfriend, if only she knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave my partner and go travelling with our child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had 3 rabbits living in my basement for 5 years now and my husband doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may be depressed but can’t say anything because I’m 17 and I’m afraid I’ll be dismissed. I hate putting on an act but I don’t want to be thought of as an attention seeking teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a letter to the man who donated his sperm to create me hoping to meet him and thank him for doing so, for I have an amazing life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to kill myself two years ago. I've never gotten over being bullied in school and I never want them to find out how much they ruined my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a 29 year old girl and have never had sex. I never said it to anyone. People just assume I have cos of my age, so I just go with it, but deep down I am scared shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle name is Mary and I’m a man. I’ve kept it a secret all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sex on a hotel bar counter in Donegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bulimic but can't tell anyone, as I've put my family through hell over the last few years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll end up all alone. I'm an only child, my parents are separated and I feel all alone. I had my heart broken at half two today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home from work, I love watching TV and smelling in between my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a club one night, I dropped a bottle of beer in the toilet - I was drunk – but I picked it out, went back to my seat and swapped it with a guy’s beer who was chatting me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am handing in my notice in work tomorrow after four years. Can’t stand the person I have to work with. She makes me cry myself to sleep every night and I’m the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won 2.3 million on the English Lotto before moving to Galway. No-one in Ireland knows about it. Yeah, go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fat, ugly and secretly in love with someone ten years younger then me. It breaks my heart to know I have no chance with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the life and soul of every party and my friends say I'm always in good form and am the happiest person they know but it’s all really just a mask and a lot of the time I can't see the point of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told anyone that I got my kidney infection from an overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally found my Mum's vibrator this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived out foreign years ago, was homeless and worked as a rent boy to make ends meet. I'm also bi-sexual, addicted to sex and thinking of getting a cross gender operation. There is something about me. What a relief to get that off my chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a kleptomaniac. I steal money from everyone I know, my family, my friends, even my friend's parents’ purses too. I don’t know why cos I don't actually need the money I take. If I was ever caught, I would be so ashamed but with this in mind I still steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sex change 4 years ago in New Zealand… and my current boyfriend doesn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I injured my leg 12 years ago in a farm accident and my Mam and Dad told me on Sunday that I received the sum of 160,000 euro. I’m getting it in 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live at home and hate it. Also I'm afraid of failing in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my mother cos she beat me every day when I was small... my brother and little sister too. None of us can confront her about it and we’re in our 40's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my fathers credit card and put 2k on a poker site. I built it up to 15k within a month but lost it all in the space of 2 hours. If he knew he'd kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole a roll of buy 1 get 1 free tape from Dunnes and every week I tape together 2 pre-packed steaks, so I only pay for 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sitting in a tattoo parlour listening to you. I’ve very slightly soiled myself with fear. My friends are with me so I can’t leave.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.talklikeapirate.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-4141860827286018428?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4141860827286018428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4141860827286018428&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4141860827286018428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4141860827286018428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/textsecrets-on-radio.html' title='Textsecrets On the Radio...'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-4292400818878003797</id><published>2007-09-05T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:14:13.282+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 12b</title><content type='html'>Post 12b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i hate half my family n jus wish tey wud jus go away for ever&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 4:07:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4588587799389982249"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with a guy i met on the internet&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 6:41:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=319355305282428256"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;it kills me that i'm the only person he could never change for even though i dont love him anymore.how can you be friends with someone that you have so much history with?&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 6:43:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4764300058451586126"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I have done naughty things with a really good friend of mine, a few times, but although he "likes" me he doesn't want to "ruin our friendship" This kills me. I feel like I have heard this same excuse too many times. I wish I could stop falling for my guy friends because they always hurt me. I should just give up on life But... I'm too selfish to do that. My head is so messed up and has been for a good while now, my dreams show this.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 6:57:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=935289664352923297"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Me and my girlfriend haven't spoken in about 2 months. We had a fight and I don't know what it means. We still text at bedtime but I don't know if I have the energy to keep fighting. I love her but always feel like second best.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 7:03:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=920343790402237590"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i'm 17 he's 22 and he's all i ever think of... i think he feels the same but is just worried about the age difference... i dont no wat to do... life is boring without him to make me smile!... now i'm back to school i dont see him every day... and i miss him so much i could cry!!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 7:16:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=966674758965778146"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was realy alive and i could enjoy the world and this is the way i feel at 16&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 9:49:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6161001781143702569"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;im still in love with my ex boyfriend.its been 5 years since we went out and he has a girlfriend d last 4 years but wenever im single we end up kissing n sometimes more.wen he was in america i began kissing his best friend who i fell 4 also but his friend is just out of a serious relationship.i tink my ex told him dat he shudnt b gettin serious with me coz since he came back his friend cooled tings down.im constantly in and out of relationships.i hate bein on my own n just want someone 2go 2 d cinema with n go on dates,kiss n cuddle at night!is dat 2much 2 ask r will i ever find anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 9:52:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6165306908649564555"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;dis is my poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;struggle life money is real.....&lt;br /&gt;happiness love and peace are dreams played day by day in ones mind&lt;br /&gt;so they can live each day&lt;br /&gt;its real people whos mind sees and lived with struggle has open eyes&lt;br /&gt;a person who has dreams but died man times&lt;br /&gt;a person who had hopes but they cud neva find&lt;br /&gt;me fightin means im stupid or a worrior tat is blind and has lived wit open eyes&lt;br /&gt;i knw da real world just to find that ther neva will be happiness&lt;br /&gt;until hapiness you have learned is to settle for less and deal with always having pain&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 9:54:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy. I love a man that doesnt love me,I lost my virginity to him. Seven years later I'm in another relationship have 2 lovely little girls but he's a lier and has cheated on me, he's even kissed another girl in front of me twice. I just want to be happy with someone who wont cheat and lie and hide phone numbers and make me out to be the bad person cause I've made him do all these things cause I dont give him enough freedom. What the fuck does he expect after all that. I need to take my anti-depressant now.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, September 03, 2007 3:29:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1798191370385699861"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I've been having one night stands because the guy I love doesn't want to be with anyone (not just me which I suppose is some consolation). If he doesn't want me, I don't care who does as long as it's someone. Know it's not healing a broken heart and is sure as fuck not gonna make him wanna be with me but I can't stop. I know I'm gonna wind up in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, September 03, 2007 9:21:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=8532651302508402326"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;ex b.f z stalkin me......well itz quitened down a bit 2day but hes gettin on my nerves! he pressurised me 2 ave sex wid him *i didnt do dat* n i broke up wid him...he called me a slag n didnt speak 2 me until a coupla dayz l8r n now he wont stop buggin me!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 7:13:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1934125718311615983"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;we have been together for 3 years and i love him so much but sometimes i can't see a future for us and it kills me. i would love to know if it will work out or will i just get hurt more in the long run&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 7:20:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=5801454361099085924"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;theres a girl blackmailing me over something i wrote.....wat d fuck do i do?????&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 7:43:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=783427953788338139"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out with a guy with about a year, I've told him I'm 22...I'm 16.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 7:54:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=5186792796725342341"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;The reason i'm so shy is because my parents treated me like I was a worthless, weak, useless child, they made me hate myself. I cant ever forget that. Im 22 now and alone. I am so scared that they were right that as soon as anyone tries to get close to me i push them away. I loved him but i couldn't let him know in case he hurt me too, so i hurt him before he got the chance, thats how it has to be. I miss him so much, I'll never forgive myself. I'll never forgive and I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 9:25:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4641934555694339965"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone one thinks that the popular girl who has loads of riends is happy and has everything they could possibly want but its not true. I was one of those girls who had hundreds of friends and constantly at the centre of attention but at the end of the day I had no real friends there was noone that was ever truly there for me. Your better off with one real friend instead of a hundred fake ones.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 6:43:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4225345426479855916"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;my friends used to like me (as a friend) but now oder ppl came into our gang and im left out they hardly ever call 4 me im always the 1 who calls for them and i know they dont really like meevery day i hope they will call 4 me but they dont so i call 4 them :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 6:46:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=2519318473213259292"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Im in love with my ex boyfriend, I knw we were going round in circles but i dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 04, 2007 6:37:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=5023708574791726014"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your secret anonymously in the comments below...&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=7831817991524033224"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-4292400818878003797?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4292400818878003797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4292400818878003797&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4292400818878003797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4292400818878003797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-12b.html' title='Post 12b'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-5084272563617311305</id><published>2007-09-02T23:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:36:14.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Noticed...</title><content type='html'>Hello &lt;a href="http://www.tribune.ie/"&gt;Sunday Tribune&lt;/a&gt; readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-5084272563617311305?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5084272563617311305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=5084272563617311305&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/5084272563617311305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/5084272563617311305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/someone-noticed.html' title='Someone Noticed...'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-8066644275941740812</id><published>2007-09-02T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:34:41.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 12</title><content type='html'>Post 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was strong enough to stay away from him, then i wouldnt always feel so bad about myself&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, August 29, 2007 4:51:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=612872334059481146"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not the only person in the world who isn't happy, thats a relief..I could wish for a lot of things, I wish I hadnt made the decisions and mistakes I made that are still punishing me today.I wish I was one of those smiley together girls I know who never seems to have a care in the world, but I think I just have bad luck.I feel like I'm in a soap sometimes, if I wrote a book about my life ppl really wouldnt believe it....&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, August 29, 2007 4:58:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4758996046045906380"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Usually I wish my father would get help for his depression, but sometimes I just wish he'd get it over with and kill himself.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, August 29, 2007 9:47:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=429763663879105197"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I have destroyed the lives of everyon around me and my own too. I will get my just reward.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, August 29, 2007 11:09:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=3332809153318444953"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Got my chance wit her two years ago. Messed up. Biggest regret of my life. Now going out with my best friend. Killing me&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, August 30, 2007 3:04:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1855037384984683147"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;why do people want to control me? im happy just the way i am. i dont wanna be the next best thing. i just want to stay happy&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 31, 2007 5:56:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6172887945705914056"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I am just out of a serious relationship, and have been seeing someone new, if my ex boyfriend knew he would never speak to me again. I dont even like this new guy, im just so scared of being alone. Im just totally messed up at the minute - I don't know what to do with my life. Im crazy about two of my friends, I kissed one the other day and want more but I don't think he does. The other gives me all the right signals but has a girlfriend of many years - I am afriad i might give in to temptation and be his bit on the side. And to top things off I think I might be leading my ex into beleiveing we will get back together someday when I know we wont. I just don't want him to fall in love with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, September 02, 2007 8:55:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your secret anonymously in the comments below...&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=8050410228664221493"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-8066644275941740812?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8066644275941740812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=8066644275941740812&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/8066644275941740812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/8066644275941740812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-12.html' title='Post 12'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-4815225556795997104</id><published>2007-08-29T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:45:26.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 11...</title><content type='html'>Post 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i say i dont like him yet i make all his girlfriends lives hell out of "concern for him"&lt;br /&gt;Monday, August 27, 2007 2:21:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=3180612394275157228"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i told my family i was sexualy abused as a child ,i wasn't&lt;br /&gt;Monday, August 27, 2007 2:38:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4056039499213664375"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I masturbate in the shower :)&lt;br /&gt;Monday, August 27, 2007 3:01:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=5817824600708012061"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;My male best friend has told me that he loves me now everything has changed. I don't know how to keep our friendship going now that I know how he really feels. He can't look me in the eye at the moment and I think he regrets telling me&lt;br /&gt;Monday, August 27, 2007 9:37:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=3605613731926159616"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me that people won't give up things like fags when I gave up cutting. I knew I liked it and once I knew I had to stop, I finished properly. Of course I still woulda liked it, but once you get out of a loop it's easier to stay out then. Either stop or stop complaining! It's just bugging me.. I can never say something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, August 27, 2007 4:01:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=8398597062354910925"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish my mother was dead&lt;br /&gt;Monday, August 27, 2007 7:47:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave yours anonymously in the comments below...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-4815225556795997104?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4815225556795997104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4815225556795997104&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4815225556795997104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4815225556795997104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-11.html' title='Post 11...'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-5876528655593766245</id><published>2007-08-26T21:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:26:10.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 10</title><content type='html'>Post 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gay. My online friends know, but no one else. I'm afraid people will think it's just a phase because I'm so young, but I'm sure it's not.And it kills me that my dad is homophobic...&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 21, 2007 3:12:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4369583311132643927"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend left me, not my longest relationship but the one that most devastated me. I feel like crying or trying to get her back, but neither will help me. Even though I know it's over I'm afraid to meet new people just in case. It's torture.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 21, 2007 9:06:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4620064129924989215"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm too smart for suicide but too dumn to think of another way.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 21, 2007 9:37:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4407907021580104710"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I hate him!! He is the most selfish self centred person I have ever met and I cannot wait to get away from him and all the trouble that comes with him...I hate him!!&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 24, 2007 4:24:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave yours in the comments below&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-5876528655593766245?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5876528655593766245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=5876528655593766245&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/5876528655593766245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/5876528655593766245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-10.html' title='Post 10'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-5111858480126478598</id><published>2007-08-19T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:51:13.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 9</title><content type='html'>Post 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i broke up with him and I've moved on but it kills me that he has changed so much but couldn't do it for me even though he said he loved me&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 17, 2007 4:41:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;a guy has told everyone in my circle of friends that i cheated on my boyfriend with him and now I've lost all my friends and the place I live, I don't know if I can keep going&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 17, 2007 4:42:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;we were best friends and now I'm falling in love with him even though it will never go anywhere and I've turned into his dirty secret.. I've lost my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 17, 2007 5:21:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i can't understand why i am constantly down..worried what others think of me.. i just want to feel wanted..by someone-anyone..i have friends,but they all seem closer to each other than to me..i always feel like the outsider in the group..i feel if i try im trying too hard and if i dont then i go unnoticed..&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 17, 2007 5:53:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i cant understand why im constantly feeling so down.. i feel unwanted and am wondering will i ever be wanted..what if i disappeared tmrw.would anyone even notice.i have friends but i see them together and they all seem to be so much cloler to each other in their own two's and three's than they ever will be to me..i try,but then im afraid that i try to hard,,when i dont try i feel like i'm unnoticed...im petrified thaqt il always feel this unnecessary to everyone I care about.... :-/&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 17, 2007 6:02:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I am proof that nice guys finish last.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 17, 2007 6:36:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting very good at hiding the fact that I feel constantly under pressure to be as successful as everyone else. I feel like I'm lagging behind and will never catch up. Younger people are overtaking me with ease and I feel like I'm being left behind. I always thought that my 20's would be a great time...but it's really not.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 17, 2007 11:57:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I just want to close the door and hide from the world&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 17, 2007 11:59:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of never being noticed, of constantly being in the background. But I'm also terrfied of being seen...noticed...judged...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, August 18, 2007 12:00:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy just living. There isn't a day that goes by without me feeling it was a good day, because I'm alive. Work sucks the big one. I'm single and have no idea when someone will come knocking on my door asking me to marry. My teenagers behave like 3 year olds are drive me crazy. But all in all; when the sun is out, the dishes are done and the kids are quiet - life is just great.Slight problem is that people think I'm strange for feeling OK. Their loss. Not mine.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, August 18, 2007 8:18:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;So I met a really nice guy, we had amazing sex and kept in touch, perfect you think? No, unfortunately he's not "fully single" he tells me now and the worst thing is I actually dont care what that means cos I don't want to lose him, am I completely sad I don't even know him just texts!!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, August 18, 2007 9:17:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so completely tired.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, August 18, 2007 9:48:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave yours anonymously in the comments below...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-5111858480126478598?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/5111858480126478598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=5111858480126478598&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/5111858480126478598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/5111858480126478598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-9.html' title='Post 9'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-4884594427781124061</id><published>2007-08-17T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:04:20.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 8</title><content type='html'>Post 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I judge people far too easily and I hate being judged myself so I should know better.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 14, 2007 8:37:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=8101612331967579767"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i hate the people and the places i have to hang around with and at when i go to town but my friends like them so i cant do anything about it!!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, August 15, 2007 1:24:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6339532202041093029"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I know I broke up with him, but it piss*s me off that he could work up energy to find a new gf this quick. Then why couldn't he have done anything to keep us going instead?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, August 16, 2007 1:50:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6115157217386378182"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Im found out last week Im going to be a Dad for the first time but I cant tell anyone for another 5 weeks :(&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, August 16, 2007 7:05:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared I'll never find anyone and will end up alone&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 14, 2007 9:24:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave yours anonymously in the comments below...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-4884594427781124061?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4884594427781124061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4884594427781124061&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4884594427781124061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4884594427781124061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-8.html' title='Post 8'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-322132453687714598</id><published>2007-08-14T15:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:49:18.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 7</title><content type='html'>Of course the minute I suggest we might be closing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I feel I can't go with a girl I'm crazy about because she's my best friend's ex. One of many he (apparently) loved...&lt;br /&gt;Monday, August 13, 2007 10:41:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1728627286990982533" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid my body's unlovable.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 14, 2007 12:23:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=3268221526972233210" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to patch things up with my ex, in a friendly way, but it always ends in tears. And every time I confront him about getting me into arguments with my friends, he convinces me that he wasn't trying to make trouble. I hate that I walk into the trouble every time. And he's full of drugs so I don't know what he's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 14, 2007 12:35:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6266423886438219160" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not addicted to drink and drugs. I'm addicted to how it feels to forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 14, 2007 2:07:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=399867315053548147" height="370,width="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I believe Im royalty, but no one ever will.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 14, 2007 2:30:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm never going to accomplish any of my dreams or goals.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, August 13, 2007 11:43:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=5383344545556353362"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to ask is there a point in your life you start to feel like a grown up? I have a good job, nice car, boyfriend, house and all that but I still dont feel like an adult???? All the people in work around me seem so grown up....................&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 14, 2007 3:37:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your secret anonymously in the comments below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-322132453687714598?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/322132453687714598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=322132453687714598&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/322132453687714598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/322132453687714598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-7.html' title='Post 7'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-4072746046859709752</id><published>2007-08-13T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:12:46.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Postsecret Movie...</title><content type='html'>As I've said over on the other blog I don't know how much longer this blog is going to be here. There are a lot of readers but with so few people sharing their secrets (and my unwillingness to fake them!) it may not make much sense to continue this much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it another week or so. In the meantime this is a new idea for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Postsecret&lt;/span&gt; blog. Yes, it is in essence just a commercial for the books but a beautiful one nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6rTkp1dek4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6rTkp1dek4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Post your secret in the comments below...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-4072746046859709752?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4072746046859709752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4072746046859709752&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4072746046859709752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4072746046859709752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/08/postsecret-movie.html' title='The Postsecret Movie...'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-7221758508748029566</id><published>2007-08-05T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:03:06.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Postsecrets - 05/08/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0OmI6iKOZA/RrW702rG1pI/AAAAAAAAAz8/mxW5EJ0Fe2s/s1600-h/burden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095185070143493778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0OmI6iKOZA/RrW702rG1pI/AAAAAAAAAz8/mxW5EJ0Fe2s/s400/burden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I'll start reminding you every Sunday about the inspiration behind all of these things. Frank Warren has a new week of Postsecrets up &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-7221758508748029566?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7221758508748029566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=7221758508748029566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/7221758508748029566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/7221758508748029566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunday-postsecrets-050807.html' title='Sunday Postsecrets - 05/08/07'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0OmI6iKOZA/RrW702rG1pI/AAAAAAAAAz8/mxW5EJ0Fe2s/s72-c/burden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-6050637890637911230</id><published>2007-08-04T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:20:30.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post 6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Until last week I've never realized how extremely scary it can be being the only girl in a room with 7 guys. I went home with one, and ended up with seven.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, July 31, 2007 10:03:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post yours in the comments below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-6050637890637911230?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6050637890637911230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6050637890637911230&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/6050637890637911230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/6050637890637911230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-6.html' title='Post 6'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-3949133657329360016</id><published>2007-07-30T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:20:19.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;the thought of going into work tomorrrow makes me want to sit down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, July 24, 2007 2:14:00 AM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=556834577573508425"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13686203428932255017" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I havent left the house for three days and I dont want to really. nobody has noticed yet.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, July 28, 2007 9:25:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1086122244383646721"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'd be considered a great catch if I put myself out there but it's easier to just be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, July 29, 2007 2:23:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave yours in the comments below.&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=8594949331900630333"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-3949133657329360016?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3949133657329360016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=3949133657329360016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/3949133657329360016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/3949133657329360016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-5.html' title='Post 5'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-3147211687936356764</id><published>2007-07-23T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:54:16.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 4</title><content type='html'>Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being emotionaly hurt by the same person. I keep running back to him even after he hurts me....it gets harder every time &amp; I become extremly depressed but I think I love him.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, July 19, 2007 11:09:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=3224328825069910106"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who I am. It's taken all my adult life to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, July 23, 2007 9:41:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one I'd missed earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I may never love and be loved again!!! It's making me cry just thinking about it...&lt;br /&gt;Friday, July 13, 2007 10:50:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your anonymous secret in the comments below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-3147211687936356764?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/3147211687936356764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=3147211687936356764&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/3147211687936356764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/3147211687936356764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-4.html' title='Post 4'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-2006470128647871714</id><published>2007-07-19T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:08:18.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Do If You Weren't Afraid?</title><content type='html'>Started a new thing on the show today. It turned out to be very interesting and veered into a path not too far off the traditional Textsecrets territory. Based on a story in the papers today I simply asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do if you weren't afraid?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you might be interested in some of the responses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I`d remove my third nipple ! Lisa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Rick if i was not afraid i would disagree with my girlfriend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Id tell my ex, the father of my son, how sorry i am and how much i love him and want us to be a family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       i would learn how to make tea properly with a teapot! Angela, Co. Galway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Rick i have 1 of those rubber bracelet with BE NOT AFRAID written on it . It helps me overcome my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Tell my husband that i should never have married him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       stop worrying wat everybody thinks of me and just live my life. E in donegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If i wasn`t afraid i would go and volunteer abroad on my own. Am too sacred to do it alone. Orla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Id tell my parents bout my girlfriend. Our familys dont get along and the whole romeo&amp;julliet thing doesn`t end well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I would keep on eating, what and when i want!! Instead of being afraid of putting on weight n geting fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I’d have a baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I'd fly to boston aine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Allow myself to fall in Love again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I would ask her out right now! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I would fall in love if i wasn't so afraid of wat it would do to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I would tell my boyfriend that i love him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Id tel my ex what she means to me and how much i love her and want her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If i wasn't afraid I would eventually  drive around a roundabout! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Contacting Thomas d love of my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       if i wasnt afraid i wud find jason p….. and ask him out. shell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Tell my boss to shove his job . Steph &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I'd say yes to my boyfriend's proposal if i wasn afraid of been hurt... C in tipp &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If i wasnt afraid i would be able 2 get over my fear of doctors. Donna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If i wasnt afraid i wud tell him that i luv him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I would ride a horse and i would sleep with the light off and i would not be afraid of anything....! it t' Wud be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Id invite my old roommate/love of my life to leave canada and travel the world with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If i wasn't afraid, I'd tell the whole world I was gay. Coming out is one of the scariest things to do, as it's possible i could lose friends and family. Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Doing a BUNGEE jump or parachute jump.john.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Rick if i wasnt afraid i'd have a boyfriend.. Im 17 had boyfriends before but the last 1 broke my heart. I dont think i could face going through with the whole going out thing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Wud love 2 get wife and kids and go 2 austraila or america 2 live but dont have the bottle 2 sell up and do it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I'd travel da world on my own. But would b 2 afraid in case i met violence. Biggest regret i never did it b4 i reached my 40's an had a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I would sell up everything and move to new zealand with my family.  leroy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Hey rick im a male &amp; wud realy lke t try out a relationship wth anothr male but i cant because  of d fear of wat people mite say any advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Hey rick! I wud go 4 a swim n da ocean! I'm so afraid of sharks i dnt even go 2 da beach ne more! 1 ting i'd luv 2 do b4 i die z get ova it nd swim da gr8 bariar reef! Its my nly fear nd its crippl'n! K in Galway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If i wasnt afraid I wu tell my mom dat i haven had my period in 3 months. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If i wasn't afraid id join a volunteer group + go 2 africa + use my nursin degree 2 hlp children over there!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If i wasnt afraid i'd ask my best (male) friend 2 marry me! He's THE BEST! A. (female) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If i wasnt afraid i would ask my girl friend to marry me but you havnt met her dad i have name with held for a good reason im terrified of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If I wasn't afraid, i would study fine art instead of becoming a primary teacher. I'm terrified of making no money and having to live off baked beans for the rest of my life. I'm gonna have to choose next year. D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Rick,i'd ask out the girl i've liked for ages but im too afraid cos,even though i think she likes me,if she doesnt it'd cause weirdness between us.C,cork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If i wasent afraid id tell off the girls in school that i hate them and there 2faced! Thanks J &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Rick if i wasn't afraid of anything i would ask out The most beautiful amazing girl i know we went to college together and she Was The hottest girl in our Class.ya never know might do it someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If i wasnt afraid id let my ex-girlfriend know how much i miss her, id tell her that she is the last thing i think about at night at nite and first thing i think about in the morning. A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I wud dress in more girly clothes+wear my hair down more often because i wouldnt be afraid of people looking at me differently!!Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I would in back  to school and get my education.. I left a week before my leavin and have regreted it since.. Im only 22 so not too late.. Martin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       If i wasn't afraid i'd as my boyfriend if he's still in love with me. I'm afraid he'll say no. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       I would break up with my current boyfriend and get back with my ex who wants me to move to Australia with him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;·       Id hug a clown! Im terrified of them. From becca! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-2006470128647871714?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2006470128647871714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=2006470128647871714&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/2006470128647871714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/2006470128647871714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-would-you-do-if-you-werent-afraid.html' title='What Would You Do If You Weren&apos;t Afraid?'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-7539972538562551620</id><published>2007-07-19T00:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:19:48.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 3</title><content type='html'>Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell my secret. It hurts too much.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, July 16, 2007 9:45:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=7516239115897649908"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I lied about Suzanne&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, July 17, 2007 4:38:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1951551419488649646"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I have liked this girl since I was 12/13 (and suffice to say I am an unhappy adult now) and I listen to the Barenaked Ladies song "Some Fantastic" and it makes sooo much sense&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, July 18, 2007 1:52:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave yours in the comments below...&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;amp;postID=4819912600671311446"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-7539972538562551620?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7539972538562551620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=7539972538562551620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/7539972538562551620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/7539972538562551620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-3.html' title='Post 3'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-4114849614548957009</id><published>2007-07-19T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:56:10.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For The Links</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone who's linking here and writing about the blog. I'll be glad to extend a link here in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, as always happens, there are so many readers and so few participants :-) Don't be afraid, jump in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-4114849614548957009?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/4114849614548957009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=4114849614548957009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4114849614548957009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/4114849614548957009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/thanks-for-links.html' title='Thanks For The Links'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-1012995172053065190</id><published>2007-07-16T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:56:47.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 2</title><content type='html'>Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell my boyfriend I'm in love with him - and I'm unhappy in the relationship, its so messed up. I'm afraid its over.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, July 13, 2007 4:40:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=8041065081312534780"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm 27 years old and I'm addicted to 'Harry Potter'&lt;br /&gt;Friday, July 13, 2007 6:17:00 PM &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width=" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6701155924275850415"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd never let you touch me.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, July 14, 2007 1:02:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave yours in the comments below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-1012995172053065190?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1012995172053065190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=1012995172053065190&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/1012995172053065190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/1012995172053065190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html' title='Post 2'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-6262547903342581773</id><published>2007-07-13T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:49:44.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="comment-3006089227976819644"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the last time I told anyone I loved them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-3006089227976819644"&gt;11:04 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=3006089227976819644"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-2846245056157574568"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of pretending that everything's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-2846245056157574568"&gt;1:07 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=2846245056157574568"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-8191596861814034796"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i let her go a long time ago and i still think about it every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-8191596861814034796"&gt;9:27 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=8191596861814034796"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-3567130220155097325"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I check my exes myspace page every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-3567130220155097325"&gt;2:28 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=3567130220155097325"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-4252083103696262817"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I am sometimes ashamed of my drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-4252083103696262817"&gt;4:07 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=4252083103696262817"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-5806375653145668404"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm 23 and I've only ever snogged and slept with one woman. We're no longer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-5806375653145668404"&gt;6:55 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=5806375653145668404"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-8870906684321880740"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to be a famous Rock Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-8870906684321880740"&gt;7:54 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=8870906684321880740"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-8544741808454865502"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I know waaaaay too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-8544741808454865502"&gt;10:34 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=8544741808454865502"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-8900102318129307200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I feel trapped by my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-8900102318129307200"&gt;11:25 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=8900102318129307200"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-4123576198842519892"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I once had a job in a car rental company and wrote off one of their cars. I never told them I couldn't drive when i applied for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-4123576198842519892"&gt;9:37 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=4123576198842519892"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-5395321188283025847"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tie my shoelaces until I was 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-5395321188283025847"&gt;9:53 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=5395321188283025847"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-7921094664656607460"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I love my kids, but most days, I want to run away from them and have a life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-7921094664656607460"&gt;10:45 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=7921094664656607460"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-6895248650699825636"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Checking the ex's myspace and bebo is something I ain't proud of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-6895248650699825636"&gt;11:34 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=6895248650699825636"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-4767233171802165598"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm related to my girlfriend. And it turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-4767233171802165598"&gt;12:22 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=4767233171802165598"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-4724350712365345976"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared of telling her i love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-4724350712365345976"&gt;8:05 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=4724350712365345976"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-5188094388840254075"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I could spend all morning talking to her, all day talking to her, all evening talking to her, all through the night talking to her and still want to start again the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-5188094388840254075"&gt;10:27 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=5188094388840254075"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-9201632753709630351"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-9201632753709630351"&gt;11:46 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=9201632753709630351"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-8515031954565327692"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love with one person for about a year and a half, and it's becoming less and less likely we'll ever get together (and harder to imagine it). It's a secret because no one I know thinks I'm stupid enough to still be devoted to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-8515031954565327692"&gt;7:12 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=8515031954565327692"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-2847445317283793748"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I know secrets about someone that could seriously FUCK up his life if I told anyone. And I'm going to tell someone. In fact, I'm going to tell the precise people that are going to seriously FUCK him up. Any why? WHY?!?!? Because I can't stand that he's doing better than me when it's all based on a huge lie, and I am the lousy piece of shit that's covering for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-2847445317283793748"&gt;8:57 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=2847445317283793748"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-614977777581121909"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-614977777581121909"&gt;11:03 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=614977777581121909"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-3170700112508153322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I fancied two of my cousins and thought a lot about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-3170700112508153322"&gt;11:08 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=3170700112508153322"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-5570761909766757044"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm loosing him! And i can't live without him! I dont know what will happen if he walks out of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-5570761909766757044"&gt;4:27 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=5570761909766757044"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-2153686188145414064"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;Me and my boyfriend are trying for a baby and are havin problems due to my fertility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-2153686188145414064"&gt;4:55 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=2153686188145414064"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-5438624916841770742"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I have many friends, a boyfriend of 5 years and a really nice job but I'm still convinced nobody likes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-5438624916841770742"&gt;6:37 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=5438624916841770742"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-1358130322808662583"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm 22 and have only ever kissed and slept with one woman - I hope I never have to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-1358130322808662583"&gt;6:14 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=1358130322808662583"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-6233566011609164757"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my thirties and have no friends. I am basically a recluse - have not been on a night out for coming up on 10 years now. It gets me down. Even if someone tries to draw me into their circle of friends, I retreat from it. If I'm really honest, I don't like who I've become - I feel like a failure most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-6233566011609164757"&gt;12:47 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=6233566011609164757"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-1405386482841215529"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i think about him every day, and i havent seen him in two years. I miss him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-1405386482841215529"&gt;9:07 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=1405386482841215529"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-4707381675495707009"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I love you to pieces, I can't imagine being without you, but our fighting is tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-4707381675495707009"&gt;10:59 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=4707381675495707009"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-1891644078736606410"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I just made an ugly man very happy. What he didn't know was that he did for me what I haven't let anyone do to me for over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-1891644078736606410"&gt;11:25 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=1891644078736606410"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-1581273319855321257"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;im 19 and ive never kissed a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-1581273319855321257"&gt;4:00 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=1581273319855321257"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-3576199123154878771"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;When i was 20 i stole €70 from my mother and blamed my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-3576199123154878771"&gt;7:39 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=3576199123154878771"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to think about you for the last two days. Even lapsing for a second was unnbearable. I just filled every second with something to block out the pain. I managed until this morning when I saw you out of the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-8284984961212537736"&gt;3:29 PM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Delete Comment" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=11794673&amp;postID=8284984961212537736"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comment-6037321206290396072"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;i love him, i think hes' going to leave me. my friends hate him. i can't live without him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://ricksbreakfastblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogsecret.html#comment-6037321206290396072"&gt;10:50 AM &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave yours in the comments below...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846116378123868912-6262547903342581773?l=textsecrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6262547903342581773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=846116378123868912&amp;postID=6262547903342581773&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/6262547903342581773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/6262547903342581773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-1.html' title='Post 1'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11378695959208758480'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>