Words.

"Tell me what you're thinking, let it all out. It's just between you and me, I know you've alot of stuffs bottled up. Go on."

I can't help but think if I've been selfish on my part all these while. Keeping things from everybody, but guess I work well this way. Weak. Needy. Vulnerable. Pathetic. Helpless. No, I'll not succumb to that. I'd only afford a few teardrops and then I let it off with "Nothing"

I'll cause everybody to worry more when I'm over. But, at the same time, there'll be nothing they can worry about. It's all well kept.