Do you have a secret?

Welcome to a solution.

Originally, TWHE was created to be a place for people to anonymously post their secrets and recieve ideas, tips, and hopefully sympathy from people so as to help gain control of their hectic lives. Since then it has become something more, a place where you can generally post anything you want from a confession to a rant about a damn fine piece of music and hope people will listen.

Therefore, I invite you, my friends, to post what you want. Gossip, secrets, confessions, wishes. Anything is fair game. To post a secret, click on the 'comments' link and leave your comment and one of the Admins will post it as soon as they can.

This blog is now defunct. Alternatives:

Hopeline
Tangst
Postsecret
Buffsecret
Grouphug

The archives of this blog may now be found at www.thewallshaveeyes.blogspot.com

And remember: we're watching you...

Well guys, it's been fun. Also weird.

At least 2000 secrets from where it began, I am shutting this blog down on June 1, 2009. Mostly because I don't want it to drag along in the half-dead state of it's inspiration, Tangst, but also because this was very much a part of high school for me, and for most of us, and I think we want to keep it that way.

Thanks for all the heartfelt secrets and rants and stories.

Yours as ever, The Watcher

P.S.

Alternatives:
Hopeline (1800-SUICIDE)
www.tangst.blogspot. com
www.buffsecret.com
www.postsecret.com
www.grouphug.us

WHERE'S MY EYE?!?! WHERE IS MY EYE?!?!

Posted by Anonymous on May 18, 2009 1:24 AM

damn it. i want a boyfriend.

Posted by Anonymous on May 17, 2009 11:53 PM

some times i want to die... and then i remember how horrible the hospital was, and, if for no other reason then i dont want to go back, i talk my self out of it

Posted by Anonymous on May 13, 2009 9:52 PM

Ye bloggers be so boring. Just succumb to the senioritis already. Jeepers.

Posted by Anonymous on May 13, 2009 7:39 PM

The Daily Camera article was full of a lot of bullshit about how the police have decided not to ticket him. I'm hoping this suggests that he is sufficiently likely to recover for ticketing to even be a question.

At any rate, a good friend fell off his skateboard and fractured his skull in front of my brother's apartment on Thursday afternoon. He is in stable condition but in intensive care.

Posted by Camille M. on May 09, 2009 9:40 AM

Here is what I've learned from being single:

No matter your relationship status, you have to believe there is someone you may not realize out there who will fall deeply, wonderfully and irrevocably in love with you.

There is not just one person for everyone.

Posted by Anonymous on May 08, 2009 10:38 PM

I feel a lot like a boy inside. not that I don't love being a girl and wearing pretty clothes, and so on, but a lot of the time i identify a lot better with the boys. I'm open to the possibility of being bi, but i don't feel compelled to act on it. so label me 'questioning'...

Posted by Anonymous on May 07, 2009 10:31 PM

now accepting applications for a boyfriend

Posted by Anonymous on May 07, 2009 10:00 PM

I'm so happy!

Posted by Anonymous on May 04, 2009 8:35 PM

my ex-boyfriend is now one of my close friends. we've really only started talking in the last couple weeks. however he's getting back together with the girl who broke us up, because she spread rumors that he cheated on me with her. she cheated on him, more than once.

i just dont get it

WHY WOULD ANYONE GET BACK TOGETHER OR BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE WHO CHEATED ON THEM? ? ? WHY?

Posted by Anonymous on May 03, 2009 11:56 PM

i feel like, before i tell everyone else i should tell you all. you all have been there for me more than most of my friends have.

i picked my college.

Posted by Anonymous on May 01, 2009 10:58 AM

Thoughts: Pansexuality (the ability and willingness to be in more than one healthy relationship (most often two) at the same time) what do you all think of it. I don't think it's a problem (I'm with a pansexual girl, and she has another boyfriend at the same time as me) but I want to hear your opinions.

Posted by Anonymous on April 30, 2009 7:59 PM

Rollercoaster emotions hurt.

Posted by Anonymous on April 29, 2009 10:45 PM

Procrastinating

Posted by Anonymous on April 29, 2009 7:03 PM

dear specific person who may or may not read this blog,
you got what you wanted, you got your goal.
i got the message when you said i'm not worthy of the friends i have or of the boyfriend i had. i spent some time on the brink of death, and guess what i've still got your message.
you got what you wanted, i'm hurt, the damage is not repairable and, i've lost him.
exactly what you wanted.
i wish the absolute worst on you,
i hope you feel what you put me through.

dear specific person who may or may not post long annoying rants on this, and other blogs,

you win
i've told the world wide web now
is that enough celebration for you.
you win.

dear specific person who may or may not read this blog,
i wish we'd never known each other. i dont feel like i've learned anything valuable from you, or have any particularly great memories that i'd be missing.

love
luna lovegood

Posted by Anonymous on April 29, 2009 1:04 AM

go.to.hell.bitch.

Posted by Anonymous on April 26, 2009 10:01 PM

I had two Talking Heads albums and I played them both, one after the other, all day yesterday, Remain In Light, Stop Making Sense, over and over again in front of the fire, with David Foster Wallace and homemade gingersnaps, and eventually we ran out of logs and were feeding it nothing but kindling, smaller and smaller twigs in some kind of desperation, and when the fire finally burned down I went to sleep.

Tequila was good, a sip of her margarita was bad, a sip of vodka tonic was good, PBR was mediocre, and I could sound like a seasoned drinker, but I'm not; so, drunk and exhausted on the living room carpet she scratched me behind the ears like a cat and asked "So did you love it?"--it meaning Portland, and how could I not?

It is a city burdened with bursts of flowering trees, banjo music, coffee, all in that flattering foggy light that comes just before or after or during a rain. A city for bicycles, and magnolia blossoms, and slices of pink-frosted cake, and small-press novels set entirely in Helvetica. They cal if after all the city of roses, and maybe I love it because of that, or because of the weather, or because I was sitting in a cafe when he began to sing "Poke out your eyes/And move to Portland/Kill your wife/And move to Portland/Burn down your home/And move to Portland/Come on everybody!/We're movin' to Portland!"

I don't know if I like him so much because he smoked opium for four days straight, or because he has to deliberate for a long time before asking me the color of my eyes, or because he dips his sugar cube into his coffee with such reverence, or because he laughs so beautifully when I say I want to break his best friend's nose, or because I've been in love with his best friend for what feels like decades.

It's raining a little bit, and I've been reading Billy Childish, Sam Shepherd, David Foster Wallace, reading David Foster Wallace while listening to the Talking Heads, Remain In Light, Stop Making Sense, and I'm reading Sam Shepherd because he told me to, and I'm never quite so spaciously lonely as when I know he's coming home.

Posted by Anonymous on April 26, 2009 1:10 PM

Once I graduate, I want no relationship with my mother. But I will then get cut off financially as well and there is no way I can financially support myself through college. And when that happens, I fear that I will go through with the suicide.

Posted by Anonymous on April 26, 2009 12:29 AM