I think about the meaning of pain. Pain is personal. It really belongs to the one feeling it. Probably the only thing that is your own. I like mine. - Henry Rollins

It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that's dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It's so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can't say the things you want to.

At one point two guys looked to start fighting and I yelled for them to kill each other and then they made up and I told them to fuck each other.

There is nothing like being told to go fuck yourself by the same person who was, only days before, praying on your behalf.