My anonymous tips have saved countless people from harm but no one knows who I really am.

I found a gold necklace on a park bench and pawned it to pay off my car insurance installment.

I deleted your texts from my phone even though you said it was okay to keep them.

I spend hours watching videos of people restoring rusty old tools and rusted antique coins back to shiny perfection.

I’m a private chef for a wealthy family in town. The wife makes me add high-fat cream to her husband’s "diet" soups so he stays out of shape.

I told my cat we were going to the park, but I took him to the vet. He hissed at me for three days straight.

My parents think I’m an engineer in Silicon Valley. I got laid off two years ago and have been making six figures running a network of drama channels.

I still celebrate your birthday quietly by myself every year with a single slice of your favorite cake.

I eat a whole jar of pickled jalapeño slices straight with a fork while standing over the kitchen sink.

My childhood friends started a group chat without me. I found out because one of them accidentally screenshotted it into our main chat.

I bought the exact same jacket you wore last winter just so we would match when we crossed paths in the hallway.

I dream about the first time we touched and I wake up remembering your scent on my arm.

My sister thinks she found her biological father through ancestry records, but my mom blocked the notification.

I found out my fiancé’s "guys trip" was actually a joint trip with his ex. I haven’t said a word, but his ring is currently sitting at the bottom of a public fountain.

I told my boyfriend I lost my memory card from our vacation. I didn’t lose it—I just saw what was in his deleted photos folder.