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[ SECRET POST #2606 ]

⌈ Secret Post #2606 ⌋

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Did you ever regret something you did in your past to someone who you have no means of contacting to apologize for it? We all make mistakes, and this is for people who didn't get the chance to make amends for them.

I regret not being with my grandma in those final days. I could have been, but I just couldn't deal with it at the time. And that is, for certain, one thing I can't undo or turn back.

I'm sorry I didn't try harder. You deserved better, but I wasn't prepared for what was expected of me.

I feel bad for laughing at that one girl on the bus during 7th grade. She was younger than me by a couple grades and a girl I sat with - one of the 'cool kids' - started it and I went along with it and I've always felt bad. I felt bad as I was doing it, but did nothing to stop it.

I am sorry that I'm the asshole that ate the food that wasn't mine.

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anonymouslyyours - 2014-02-21 03:58 (UTC) - Expand

When I was young, I found someone's blog (I did not know the person in real life) and kept linking them to drawn and written porn about one of their relatives - including incest porn involving the blog owner, who was not particularly famous in their own right. They were surprisingly patient and only threatened to ban me from posting the second time I did it.

I found their tumblr recently and sent an apology but couldn't say what I did, so not only did they not know who I was, they didn't know what I was apologizing for.

Re: Confessions to one person who will never know.

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I made fun of a girl in middle school once for having weird legs and it turns out she has a medical condition. Sorry!

I'm sorry for what I didn't do, D. I wish I had had the patience to be friends with you and appreciate you for the decent human being you are/were. I feel like if I had only tried to be friends, I could have made you feel better about not being book smart (and seriously, I hope your teacher mother finally shut the fuck up about your grades, because there are so many more important things in life), and you would have been honest and loyal with me. I wish I hadn't ignored you like everyone else did, and wherever you are, I hope you're doing okay.

I think we only had one conversation alone, back when we were 9. I still remember admiring your decency and hate that people would treat you like shit for being "stupid". I've seen real stupidity in the time since then, and you were not stupid. I hope you're okay.

I'm sorry for writing that comment on your Youtube channel just because we shared the same name and I was embarrassed by it. I was a stupid child who should have never written what I did. In retrospect, your videos were adorable and I hope I didn't discourage you.

I wish I punched someone in the face back in grade 10 back when I had the chance. :P

I'm still in love with you, but I suspect you know, and neither of us will say anything about it. It will continue like this untill you meet someone and decide to get rid of me.

I'm sorry our relationship ended in such a poor way. I should have been more courageous about talking about our problems instead of ignoring you. I'll always regret that.

When I was in sixth grade, my entire class (pretty much) started to hate on this girl. I didn't play along, I knew it was petty and wanted no part of it, but I never really... jumped to her defense or tried to comfort her privately either. I think I was too reserved. In 8th grade we were talking about Flowers for Algernon, and my teacher had us talk about a time we'd felt ostracized; the girl talked about that year and how no one was there for her, and I felt bad that I'd never said anything. You think I would've chosen that moment, but I didn't. :/

When I was little, I stuck out my tongue at a woman who looked sad. I'd been trying to make her laugh, and her face crumpled; I felt so horrible and I still do. She was in the car next to me so there was no way for me to say "wait, I was trying to help!" or anything. It is how I learned that inside jokes aren't funny to everyone, though. (I was used to sticking my tongue out being funny among friends and family.)

I'm really sorry I let our friendship die without ever really telling you why. I was in love with you, but our sexual orientations were not compatible, and I couldn't bear to be so close to you anymore, to talk to you about the boyfriend who was finally treating you right, to see you and touch you and know that I would never, ever, be more to you than a friend. I don't know if telling you at the time would have made things any easier. I think it probably would have just been miserable in a different way. But I'm sorry anyway, because the thought that I caused you even a small amount of pain kills me.

I'm sorry I exploded on you the way I did that one night. Neither of us were perfect, and what you said before did hurt, but you didn't deserve all the insults I threw your way in response. I know that my words hurt you, and I'm so sorry for it. I hope you have the best in life and that you finally achieve the college degree you always talked about. I sometimes miss our talks together. Granted I think it's best we didn't get too romantically involved, but you would have been an amazing friend - maybe even a best friend. And part of me will always regret this missed opportunity.

I was kind of a bully in elementary school, and I regret that I won't really be able to apologize to the kids who I made fun of or beat up back then.

I know you've completely forgotten I exist by now, if you ever really noticed in the first place, but... I still love you. It's pretty lonely, but I probably always will. Sorry.

I never thanked you for helping my dad accept my transsexuality. I never talked to you enough in general even though we had a fair amount in common. I'm sorry. Thank you so much for everything you did and everything you were.

It still hurts my feelings that you never acknowledged my apology email. I guess I should be over it, but I'm not.

Re: Confessions to one person who will never know.

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I regret not sticking up for myself much against my bullies and being so damn passive and desperate for interaction that I didn't call them on their bullshit even when I suspected they were pulling something over on me.

I also regret not applying myself in school like I should have. Maybe if I had applied myself better I could have proven I was smart to others and to myself. I feel bad for doing stuff that I now know was socially unacceptable and stupid.

But still all the same that doesn't excuse them. Maybe if they had considered that the "special ed girl" who like Pokemon and cartoon movies too much actually had feelings , things might have been better.

I feel ashamed of it but often I do wish I could go back and tell them off or something which I know isn't healthy and I should just let it go.

You had a thing for me. That's why you initially became my friend. I knew this, but I thought you were cool, and I wanted to hang out with you because of it. I let you know that I only wanted to be friends. You accepted this.

I would never have expected to fall in love with you. But I did.

I kept it a secret. I wasn't ready, or willing, to tell you. I had my reasons.

I treated you very poorly at times in an attempt to push you away. I feel terrible for that. Regardless what was going on with me, I should have treated you fairly. Friends don't treat friends the way I sometimes treated you. I feel so bad about that.

It's years later, and we're both married to other people. I want to tell you that I'm sorry. Maybe, someday, I'll get the chance to. We've still kept it touch, after all. We went to each other's weddings. The connection is there.

The thing I can't say, though, is the thing that scares me and that sometimes keeps me up at night.

I still love you.

And I wish I had chosen you.

Yeah, it was bullying. I see that now. At the time, I was a dumb kid who'd only ever seen stories dividing the world neatly into bullies and bullying victims. And since I got picked on myself all the time, I obviously fit neatly into the victim category, and so I couldn't be a bully.

So I never asked myself whether the hurtful things I said were funny or just plain hurtful. I never questioned how what I thought of as a little friendly roughhousing must have looked to someone, like you, smaller than me. I never thought about whether I was intimidating you or pushing you around or making you feel less, because those were things bullies did, and I was too victimized myself to ever be a bully, right?

(I swear I don't mean this to be a metaphor for bad SJWs, this is my actual life. The metaphor's an accident.)

I'm sorry I went along with the rest of the class teasing you for being ginger, going as far as to call you 'Fire Balls.'

It was straight up bullying and it was wrong. I'm glad you went to the teacher and he got us to stop, even if we all saw it as you being a spoilsport.

Not going to my Grandma's funeral.