How sad, and vaguely pathetic, is it that I compulsively check Post Secret for weeks and then feel disappointed every week that the postcard I sent in isn't there?
I guess it's just a bit depressing because I feel like if my secret is out there, someone else will see it and not feel so alone. And, I could almost deal with my hurt a little better, knowing that there was someone else out there who felt like me.
I really need a life. Or a better secret.
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I don't think it is sad at all... I'd feel the same way.
At least you had the guts to send your secret in. I just read others and wish I could do it.
Maybe he put it in one of his books...????
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This is why I have never sent in a secret.
(((KLee)))
pssst...KLee...no matter what your secret is, you're not alone.
((KLee))
I'm going to see what this secret business is. Your secrets are worthy just as they are. And you? Are more than. ;)
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