Then there are all those things that you really want to tell someone. You wish that you could narrate them all to that one person, all while sitting on the floor of a dark room, who will understand exactly the way you want them to.

Every day, you find yourself bubbling with things to say. Not necessarily happy things or sad things, just all kinds of thoughts that need telling.

But you can’t – because either you will end up sounding childish or inane. You stay mum for the fear of accidentally hurting someone or ticking someone off. You decide that it’s best not to speak, that way no trust is breached and people don’t flare up.

All those things will eat me one day. If you cut my head open, all these things will gush out. It’ll be like standing under a waterfall – interesting at first, but rapidly trying once it picks up force.