i popped off my scalp like the lid of a jar.
it's the secret place where i keep all my feelings of the day,
like little blobs of dark slime, rubbing against each other.
they're cold, and slippery.

i reached inside with my fingers, pulling out the first one i found.
i looked at it for a bit, before stuffing it into the glass bottle with the others.

the bottle's been getting pretty full.
i shrugged and plucked another one out of my head, putting it into the glass.

day after day, night after night, i took out all the feelings from my head and slid them into the bottle.

one day, the glass exploded when i tried to stuff a feeling in it.
it couldn't handle anymore. it was at it's limit.
all the feelings i'd put away, bursted out at once.
glass shards and slimey feelings all over the floor.

i tried to pick them up, i tried to put everything back together, but i couldn't.

it was a mess.
i was a mess.