It's harder that in looks," I told him when I finally got back in the car. "Most things are,
It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it’s sometimes even harder to let it out.
Harder to get in than out, like so little else.
You don't have to make things harder then they have to be just to prove a point.
I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.