Gather yourself, your commonly misleading lines strung together out of the feeling of having to say something, but not what you had wished. Your thoughts, your feelings; better kept to yourself. Reason your awkwardness, conceal the truthfulness. And hide, hide, hide. The decisions you'll otherwise make will come back and haunt you, I know. Feeling the desire to open up is poisen. Close back down and crawl back under your shell. Telling is a death penalty.