Postsecret

Í byrjun hverrar viku fer ég inná postsecret og les leyndarmál annarra. Það er einkennilegt að lesa svona um hugsanir fólks sem maður hittir líklega aldrei. Það er einkennilegt að margir búa yfir, að því er virðist, sömu leyndarmálunum. Í dag fór ég að gráta þegar ég hafði lesið þetta:

mom, i have seen what that job has done to you. i've never seen you so stressed and depressed in my life. honestly, if you went to work with a gun, i wouldn't blame you. sometimes, the way you come home so sad, i want to go do it myself.

how about we don't give them the integrity of dying by our hands? how about we just forget them?

come on, mom. let's do it. let's move to new york. i know this is all you've been waiting for; for me to say something.

you don't have to put up with their bullshit anymore.

it's ok, mom. i'm ready to go.