One of the best postsecrets ever:

I read postsecret every week. Most are just sad… sexual… abused… like a tragedy with haiku brevity.

I get a guilty pleasure out of reading them… it’s like sneaking a peak into other people’s heads. What were they thinking when they wrote this secret? Does it define them? Is it just something that lives with them, like a low hum in the background of their lives?

This one though… it’s just so delicious. It’s not sad unless this fear defines the person who wrote it, but I choose to think it doesn’t. It’s like a breath of fresh air.