Real self

"Umm, what are you talking about?" Sam looked confused as Jane said that.

"Huh?" Jane was equally confused about what was happening. "I mean, you were the one who said that you had this tiny pain in your chest and that you would like to talk to me about it." She spoke.

"Did I say that? Hmm, maybe I did. But I do have this sort of pain in my chest." Sam replied as he rubbed his chest.

"Get it off your chest then. I mean, you would feel pretty good once you talk to others about it." Jane spoke.

"But that really isn't safe, right? I mean, you make this tough decision to actually talk to your peers about your innermost feelings and… what if they paid no attention to that shit? Or worse, what if they find it funny or some shit and then decide to make fun of the things that have been hurting you for the longest time?" He asked.

"Seems like you got quite the experience in getting your feelings betrayed like that." Jane replied.