Alright, I'll bite and get the ball rolling with this secret sharing...
Nobody in my family and none of my friends know that I tried to kill myself a few years ago. I pass off the scar as a burn that I got from work.
When I sleep at night, I hug a pillow because it makes me feel like I'm not alone. I also drink a lot to supress the overpowering feelings of heartache, loneliness and constant disappointment that I feel. It never makes those feelings go away, but alcohol is one of the few things in my life that hasn't abandoned me, so I have become very good friends with it over the past few years. Even though I know it's not good for me, the alternative lays at the end of a road that I don't want to go down again. So, making love to a bottle is something that I do quite often. Awesome, huh?