That horrid moment when you can't tell the people you really want to tell what's wrong.

Dammit, I really want to tell them! Jen knows what I'm talking about. I can't say anything cause they'll probably read this. I'm sorry the two I can't tell. I would if I had the guts, but I don't...
But it's either this problem eats me away, or I tell them and get it off my chest. I'll let it eat me away for now.
I got no sleep because this is bothering me so. I cried the whole night.

Anyways, I'll tell the people I can.

I cry every time I think of it..

I'll bottle it like almost everything else.