“Sometimes I feel like I am carrying around this little chestnut of pain. And I’ve been carrying it for a long time, basically since I was a kid and my mom left. And every time something bad happens, I stuff it inside this chestnut and bury it in the soil. People talk about how if you bury feelings, they’ll explode later, but that doesn’t happen with me. My buried things die and become nothing. I feel nothing because if it hurts, I get rid of it.”
