64 Secrets People Swore To Keep Forever, But Couldn’t Resist The Temptation To Open Up Anonymously

When I was like 6 or so I picked up my cat by the tail and swang it around and launched it across the room. 16 years later the fact I did such a thing keeps me up at night. No one knows. The memory came back to me once as a teen and it was like 'uh yeah that was incredibly horrible'. I love animals.

I will always regret not being more forward in my first serious relationship. I think I missed my best chance at a happy life with some one else all because I couldn't sort out my own hang ups and I doubt I can ever get back to where I was with them.

Every now and then I feel like I'm never going to be completely happy. Sure I have my good days, but the others are usually filled with questions like "What I never achieve my academic goals?" and "When am I ever going to get out of economic situation?"

I hate my mother in law. She’s a narcissistic, controlling, victim-playing, witch. Her adult children subconsciously walk on eggshells to make sure they’re never upsetting her.

I wish she realised/I could tell her (without ruining everything) how much she’s messed up her son.

I have always had the feeling that I will pass away young and actually don't really mind. I know my family will miss me and I would hate that I can't see my niece and nephew grow up but if I pass of natural causes, what are you going to do?

Though I'm starting to push it with being 31 now.

Not as serious as other comments but here we go...
A couple of weeks before the birthday of a good friend, I found out that she doesn’t consider herself pretty even if her boyfriend always tells her she is, obviously. At her birthday party the three of us were drunk and I don’t remember why but she asked me if I found her hot; thinking about the fact that she thinks she isn’t I said yes hoping that it would make her happy and that will be the and of it... WRONG!!!
She was happy about it but now she keeps telling everyone that I find her hot and sometimes it can get quite awkward since she even says it when it’s not really appropriate. I would never tell her the truth about why I told her she is hot, but the truth is... i don’t think she is.

That I might be kleptomaniac and it's became harder to control it over it years.

I have a strange and STRONG fear of males. I don't know where it came from but I'm afraid to be alone with a dude. The only males i'm comfortable around is ones i'm REALLY close with, like my dad and close friends. One time I went into an elevator alone and a man stepped in after me. As the doors closed I stayed far on the other side (which wasn't far enough to calm the fear) and a wave of anxiety hit me and I felt like I was going to vomit. I broke into a sweat and the elevator ride couldn't have felt longer. We were only going down one floor and it felt as if we were going down 50 stories. I rushed out when the doors finally opened and then I became aware of this strange fear.

I have to fake emotions constantly. I do feel, sometimes. Some things do genuinely make me happy, sad, etc. But otherwise I just don't care. Sometimes it's easy to hide, other times my fiance notices and asks and I have to play it off as something else or make up a story to fit. I've tried to fix it, but I didnt know how to start or what to do. First time anyone has known this. No one else knows except you internet strangers.:).

Back in High School I had this friend who I hung out with during spare/study hall. One day she asks if I do her English homework she’ll pay me $20.
So my unemployed self at the time agreed and she gives me the twenty. I gloss over the writing assignment and type up a quick essay.
She gets a zero on it and the teacher asks her to redo the assignment. I will never not feel terrible about it. She also blocked me on every social media platform and ignored me for the rest of HS.
I deserved it.

I dated this wonderful guy for a few months, it was short but he was my first serious relationship. He was really sweet, he made me laugh and I opened up to him about everything. While on a trip to see his family I broke up with him out of fear because we didn’t share the same beliefs. I was afraid it would eventually break us up. The truth is I didn’t give my decision any thought and regretted it soon after. I joked and told him it’s a good thing I never said “I love you”. The night we broke up was the night I realized I was in love with him but the damage was already done. I tried asking to start over but he’d already moved on. I fell in love with him and I didn’t even know. Months later it’s still my biggest regret. That night instead of ending our relationship I wish I told him how much I loved him. Till this day no one knows how much that decision has been eating at me. Not even my closest friends.

I used to ‘hide’ my tips from work when I was in my teens and I knew my mom and sister would take the money. I worked a lot through high school. But I felt they needed it more than me, so I never told them I knew.

My family still doesn't know I was arrested for reckless driving and spent a night in jail. I was a few years out of high school and had been working two jobs for the last few years trying to get out of generational poverty. Ended up buying the car I wanted to reward myself, so I bought a 370z.

It was modded to all heck and I got in with the wrong group of people. Lived with this guy who I thought was a friend. We were driving fast on the backroads but when we got to the next town we saw police lights on the main road, we thought they were for us.. I accepted I was going to get a ticket but he dipped. Split second I chose to follow him, doing stupid things to dodge the police. The only reason I didn't get worse charges is because I was open with the officers about everything.

When I complained a year later about my insurance sky rocketing (because of my own dumb fault) they asked why it went up. I just blamed it on having a fast car and my age.

That friendship ended with that roommate soon after this. I packed my bags and moved to another state to focus on myself after that and get myself right.

I had a car I loved. It was black. One day some albertros defecated all over it. I just got a kitchen sponge and started cleaning the feces off with the scourer side. Messed up my paint work worse than if I had left the feces on it. I couldn’t believe I was so stupid!! Haven’t told anyone that …. Just all of you’s.

When I was a teenager, I got really drunk and my friend dared me to defecate in someone's front garden. I did. Months later my mother moved into the house and the feces were still in the garden, she went mad about people not cleaning up after their dogs.

My mother cleaned my feces out of her garden.

The only way that I properly reason with myself and make decisions is by actually talking like there’s the angel-me and devil-me next to me.

Ever since I was a little kid, Ive had nightmares every night. Sometimes it was a fairly good dream and then it would turn into something scary towards the end and sometimes it would be bad the whole time. I never told my parents because both of them are from NY and have big families so they share everything. I wish I had the confidence to tell them but deep down I know theyd tell their siblings and I just dont want my aunts and uncles knowing something that personal. Also I know they’d blame themselves for me not telling them. Around last spring, I told one of my friends about it, shes into the paranormal so her first thought was that I was haunted. Im a skeptic so I didnt really think that was it but who knows. So that night I thought to myself, if I really am being haunted, its getting in my head so I dont need to say anything out loud, I can just think threatening stuff and that should do it. So I threatened “it” with lighting a white candle because supposedly that protects the household. I didnt have any dreams that night. Since then Ive assumed it was a placebo affect but since then Ive had nightmares about once a month so Im not complaining. Anyways, I recently found out that I checked off all the boxes for severe nightmare disorder which is a real thing btw, but as long as I dont start having them again I dont really care.

I accidentally washed my key fob 2 months after getting my car and pretended like it didn’t happen. Husband assumed it was defective. Nope, I’m defective.

My mother is a hoarder living with my brother who is non verbal, my father is homeless, and they don’t accept my help. I’m trying to not stay depressed and reconnect with my younger sister so she can have the courage to move out.

My family weren't well off at all moneywise. So much so that whenever things were extremely tough when I was a young teen I'd imagine it would be easier if 1 of my siblings passed away (large family) and would try to figure out which one's end would be the least noticeable. One of my siblings passed away a few years ago and I sure as hell am never telling my family that those thoughts ever crossed my mind. If I'd known back then how losing 1 of them would feel I would never of entertained the idea.