My PostSecrets...

Because I don't feel the need to do the anonymously, or post them on the fan page. And because hardly anyone reads my posts so I might as well be saying them to myself...

• I've come to terms with the fact that my mother will die sooner rather than later.
• I get more emotional thinking about how my father will cope with my mom's death than the prospect or her death by itself.
• I feel extremely lonely and like I have no one to talk to, even though I know I have many friends and family that care for me deeply.
• I think my parent's cared more for my sister than for me because she was smarter.
• I would rather talk about being depressed, taking anti depressants, and seeing a psychiatrist than talk about the wounds on my arms and legs.
• I sometimes feel like a meth addict when picking at my skin.
• I've always felt that I may have been sexually assaulted as a child.
• Sometimes, I wish I was religious so that I had something to believe in.
• I don't believe in god because I don't trust the human race not to lie.
• I've wished that I was suicidal, just so that I could get it over with, because in reality, I'm not.
• I feel guilty about not staying up all night with my dog when he was dying.
• I hated my parents for moving us when I was 12. I loved where I grew up and sometimes wonder how I would have turned out if we had stayed there.
• I don't like where I live.
• I have no idea why I'm 29 and still single.
• I wish more of my friends would read my blog so that they would know I was lying when i tell them that I'm OK.