The Earth can only contain so much before it bursts open from its volcanoes and geysers, as can a star when it goes supernova. What chance do you have of holding it all in?
You feel strange again- you don't know why, and suddenly you're reliving your youth and realizing that there must be something inherently wrong with you that people don't like and you don't know what it is.
They say you remember all the little details when you are in love. Every word, every smile, every adventure and every argument. I still remember it all, and you can barely remember my name.