I now understand what people mean when they say blood that boils. I can feel it get hot and bubbly and waiting to explode. It is so unfortunate that the reason remains out of my mind.
I must try cutting myself sometime; provide the insides with some breathing space. Perhaps, I could also understand the fascination that lies with self-mutilation.

I am more open than I want to be. I want to be a secret.
'If you want to be a secret, learn to keep it.'