There are submissions by people who need to get a life and/or stop being whiny bitches.
And there are submissions by people who need a professional therapist, not a "community art project." Writing your secret down on a postcard doesn't cure crazy, folks.
This site exists to make fun of the more laughable and/or heinous submissions. People submit really dumb stuff to PostSecret but because it's "art" or "therapy," no one calls it out for being stupid. That ends now.
And before you say anything, the answer is yes, I am a dick. It's about to get mean on this page.
Updated weekly, at the very least.
Credit is given to PostSecret or other sites for the images. The jokes, however, are all mine. Copyright 2011.
I think the best way to tell him this would be by finding him a new girlfriend and then jumping off a cliff. Actually, don’t jump. Come over to my place; you sound freaky. Stay away from my turd cutter, though.
I’ve contacted PostSecret so that we can track you down. We know all about you and your basement torture room. You’ll never kill again, you damn psychopath! Do you hear me? You’ll never take an innocent man’s life again!
Yeah, that Walgreen’s clerk probably gives a massive shit about your lack of a love life. You know what I’m doing on Valentine’s Day? Not a damn thing, especially not trying to validate myself to a complete stranger who works at my corner drug store.