To my nearest and dearest:

You will never know my deepest, darkest me, because I am afraid that you will judge me beyond my level of toleration. You almost already do. All of your advice I take to heart, and it makes me and breaks me, and if you really knew, you would be sad. I want to tell you everything, but that makes me crazy to you and then I find another body to sponge me up, then it explodes. So, in her words,

You'll say you understand
But you don't understand
You'll say you'll never give up seeing eye to eye
But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie
You'll never touch these things that I hold
The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
You'll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown to you

In conclusion, this is why I can have "those" relationships, despite the fact that they make me swell and burst, and why "these" are the ones that provide me with chronic arthritis.