I wanted to tell you how proud I was of your new job today, but we don't speak to each other anymore.

I’m a receptionist at a high-end plastic surgery clinic. Two of our top surgeons are having an intense affair inside the recovery suite after hours.

My parents think I gave my old bedroom away to charity, but I secretly packed up my childhood toys and kept them in storage.

I'm terrified that I will never actually find a person who accepts my flaws without trying to change me.

I still keep your contact saved under a wilting flower emoji, and I look at it whenever I miss you.

I still love you more than I should, but I love my own peace of mind much more now.

I’ve been secretly leaving anonymous positive sticky notes on my coworker’s monitor every Friday because I know he’s going through a tough breakup.

I’m a software team lead. I purposely gave my arrogant coworker the buggiest legacy codebase so he’d miss his quarterly performance metrics.

I forgave you years ago, not for your sake, but so I could finally sleep at night.

I’m the only person in my family who knows my uncle isn’t actually related to us by blood. My grandmother took that secret to her grave.

I listen to 8-hour loops of rainy window ambient sounds while reading fantasy novels in a blanket fort I built myself.

I lied about having a competing offer and got my company to bump my salary by 25%. I didn't even have an interview.

I pretend to be happy for you while secretly feeling like you are stealing something from me.

I convinced my neighborhood rival that a fake vintage decor shop was opening downtown. She drove two hours out of her way on opening day.

I accidentally found out that our quietest software engineer is making double my salary because he negotiated hard during his hire.