and now i will rip on postsecret.



oh really? how about i am waiting for the day when people like you don't blame all of your problems on attractive persons like it's their fault. you are a piece of shit failure with no friends.



wow, really??? are you fucking ten years old?? this is your greatest biggest secret? you made a personalized postcard, went to all that artsy trouble to say this? but no one blah blah wah wah call your mom, baby. since when are your feelings other peoples' responsibility? suck it up dickbag.



haha, loser. maybe spend less time making ugly postcards ad more time meeting people not in yahoo chatrooms?!?

oh, and what's this? some genius somehow knew about this postcard before everyone else and already sent an email about it??

-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, July 08, 2007 1:43 PM
Subject: awkward silence

i don't know how to have conversations either.

we should talk sometime.



thanks for letting the world be privy to how fucking sad your guys are.

hi, i don't know how to do anything because i am a lazy annoying turd! help me postsecret!



because you are completely incapable getting laid in real life.



way to go mr. break-my-dad's-heart and future in telemarketing.



hey! look everyone! it's an in-denial diabetic! you know what, fuckface? say good bye your vision! my friend's dad is blind now and his wife has to drive him to work everyday in his fancy sportscar because he is blind in both mother fucking eyes!



by avoiding bring-down yin yang drawing douchebags like you.



haha. burn.



oh, fucking burn in hell you asshole piece of shit scum. secrets like these should be mailed back to the wife. fuck this arrogant shamless dick.



thanks for boring the shit out of me and wasting everyone's time.



throw it out before he sees it you dink!



good. fuck hippies.



this picture makes me giggle.