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Let's admit it: everyone is fucked up in one way or another. Seriously, think about it - everyone has at least one horrible secret they're hiding. It could be a nasty habit, an addiction (be it heroin or The Jerry Springer Show), an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, a past criminal offense, something that makes you feel ashamed, or something people should just not know about... like spitting in people's coffee cups. Really, we all have some skeletons in the closet (sometimes even literally). MyHorribleSecret.com is where you can let the cat out of the bag, and share your true horrible self in all it's glory, anonymously or under a nickname. So maybe, just maybe, people will realize that they shouldn't feel so bad about being messed up, because everyone else is, too. Maybe this little project can help prove that everyone is disturbed to one degree or another. Maybe some people will learn to embrace and love their odd disorders. Or maybe, who knows, new friendships will come out of this, connecting people who share a disturbance. Like serial killers falling in love with each other. Maybe this little project can change the way people view themselves and others, maybe even change the world a little. Or just provide a hell of a lot of laughter for the rest of us. This whole website started when I was drunk. I thought about it when I was drunk. I read 'The Idiot' by Fyodor Dostoyevsky and it gave me the idea. Here, see for your self: 'Let’s play at some game!’ suggested the actress. ‘I know a new and most delightful game, added Ferdishenko. ‘What is it?’ asked the actress. ‘Well, when we tried it we were a party of people, like this, for instance; and somebody proposed that each of us, without leaving his place at the table, should relate something about himself. It had to be something that he really and honestly considered the very worst action he had ever committed in his life. But he was to be honest— that was the chief point! He wasn’t to be allowed to lie.’ ‘What an extraordinary idea!’ said the general. ‘That’s the beauty of it, general!’ ‘It’s a funny notion,’ said Totski, ‘and yet quite natural—it’s only a new way of boasting.’ ‘Perhaps that is just what was so fascinating about it.’ ‘Why, it would be a game to cry over—not to laugh at!’ said the actress. ‘Did it succeed?’ asked Nastasia Philipovna. ‘Come, let’s try it, let’s try it; we really are not quite so jolly as we might be— let’s try it! We may like it; it’s original, at all events!’
