MODERNSHAME was created because misery loves company. it is a place for emails better left unsent, texts that should have stayed in the draft box, and other pieces of ourselves that we put out there too quickly because we can.
why share regretful correspondence? because we have all been there, and a collective cringe is so much better than a solitary one, alone behind your computer screen thinking unsend! take back! undo!
you can't take it back, but you can put it here.
SUBMISSIONS will be posted anonymously. this is a site for shedding dirt, not getting it. no names will ever be posted.
we want authentic, but not damning. we will XXXX-out any identifying details contained in your emails if you don't black them out yourself.
include a brief explanation of the email, your city and state, and consider yourself absolved.
modernshame@gmail.com
Sun
May
11
i didn’t want to break up over email, but it was like a force that came over me, and i had to do it right then. it felt so final at the time, but really it’s so ambiguous. i called him later and i said i was drunk when i sent it, and having a bad day. he didn’t question it. we are still together. i am still miserable.
seattle, washington
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i dont think we should see each other for awhile. we obviously want different things. i want to be with someone who wants to be with me and around me, like, actively, and not just open to the idea if i’m willing to come over or something. and i don’t know what you want, but it’s not me. if this is wrong and i totally misunderstood our conversations yesterday, than by all means set me straight. but i don’t think i did.