Sometimes the secrets in my head threaten to spill out.

Sometimes I want them to, even if they will destroy me.

My brain is so compartmentalized into things I swore not to tell other people from various other people, and more importantly things I swear never to tell anyone of my own.

I'm rarely torn between telling things and just remaining quiet, like I usually am, but when I do feel a compulsion to actually spill my guts, it's a torrent of feelings and emotions, and a dangerous thing.

I can only hope it passes before I say too many stupid things.

And yes, I know this is incongruous with my last entry. Hence many of the psychological issues I have. :)