" No matter how hard I try I can’t open up to those people about my painful secret. I agonize alone and I can’t sleep at night. It’s just impossible for me to trust those two people. I have the feeling that if I open up to them, something awful will happen, and so it’s even got to the point that I try to avoid seeing them. I’m afraid of them. I have a very dark, horrible feeling around them. When I face them, I become a cowering mess. I can’t even speak. It’s not as if they are bad people, necessarily. They are always concerned about me. I understand that. Perhaps they love me very deeply, but I can’t do it. I don’t want to talk to them. "
― Osamu Dazai , A New Hamlet