2009
07.23


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-59 rating,
79 votes)

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My Worst Secret is…
I work at the post office in my city and find it very hard to stop opening the mail and reading letters or taking the money out of children’s birthday cards. I have been working here for 12 years and reading and stealing mail for the past 5. It not that I ever get a lot of money but its the thrill of opening stuff that isn’t mine. And to live through mail that is getting sent to people is great to know about what is going on in peoples lives in the community. I should stop but can’t.
2009
07.23


(
-12 rating,
32 votes)

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My Worst Secret is…
I have been addicted to pain killers since I had surgery a year ago. I keep blaming it on my back to get my prescription filled, but my back feels fine, and I need the drugs. I tried quitting and got the shakes and shits. I need them, and my wife thinks its my back.
I have even tried alternative drugs that my co-workers have got for me. Nothings does it for me. My wife thinks that I have never done drugs and doesn’t even know how addicted I am to the drugs I take right in front of her.
2009
07.23


(
+7 rating,
43 votes)

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My Worst Secret is…
I am 20 and supposed to be in California for college. I dropped out a year ago because of the money I can make in having a website. I rent a house and installed cameras in all the rooms. I then pay girls, guys, whoever to go down and do whatever my subscribers tell them to do. The best part about it is the people that are performing are dirt cheap: $10/hr and an 8 ball. They just are druggies that will do anything for a dollar, so why not make money off of them. It has been the best knowledge I will ever get from college.
2009
07.23


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-18 rating,
46 votes)

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My Worst Secret is….
I work in a Nursing home as well as attend to some patients in their own homes. I have been doing this for the last 12 years and love my job. The problem is I am addicted to pain killers and some of my patients get a lot of different prescriptions that I have to administer to them. Throughout the week I will take probably take about 50 pills from many different patients as to not get caught by any one person missing a lot of medications. I don’t live in the best part of town which allows me to sell off some of the extra pills to people in the area. I do love taking the “little blue pills” and selling them to the young men so they can impress their girls by being able to go so many times without stopping in between.
The worst part is I think my addiction is getting worse as now I don’t wait to get home to take the stolen pills. I usually will take them while I’m at work but since I have taken so many in the pastit takes more pills for me to feel the effects. Sometimes I will take 2-3 percocets/lortabs at the same time just so I can fell the buzz and dulling of the mundane world around me. I know these elderly people won’t be around too much longer so I don’t feel too bad, since most of the time they are just sleeping they don’t notice whats going on around them.
2009
07.21


(
-7 rating,
39 votes)

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My Worst Secret is…
I drink blood. I enjoy the taste same way I enjoy the taste of a good beer. Can’t really recall when I first started drinking it it has been a while after all. I live in a small town and developed the taste, I believe from sucking the blood from cuts and scrapes before wrapping then up; easy way of cleaning a cut when you’re in middle of no where.
Now just to clarify, I don’t drink the blood of others or animals (I live in a small town and hard to find some one who might be interested in such a thing). Plus there’s the whole diseases which I do my best to protect my self from. I consume my own blood either by cutting (which not proud of or enjoy doing) or if i get a nose bleed tilt my head back and let the blood drain into my mouth before digesting it. I keep my scars covered as much as possible while leading a normal life, and when someone sees them I make up a story.
One day I hope to find some one who shares this addiction more or less to be with but until then I live a lonely life with just one night stands. If what I do ever became public knowledge where i am; I would have to disappear as its obvious something not many could accept in a small town.