““I would hate to have parents who were always looking over my shoulder, reading my diary, checking my thoughts. I would hate to be exposed. And so, perhaps, when I say I long to be a pane of glass, I am lying. I long for partial obscurity at the same time that I long for someone to know me. It is confusing and difficult to be me. Sometimes I I need to cry in order to release the great welling sadness I feel in my head. For this I need privacy. I do not want anyone to see me and ask why, almost as much as I would like to be comforted. Somehow, without ever being present, Matthew has exposed all of this, brought it wriggling to the surface like worms. They gather there now, vaguely nostalgic for the dark.””
