I can only take out and vent small droplets. I do that when the glass starts to break. It starts to break every day because the hurt keeps filling up. It’s been so long I forgot some reasons why it’s there, but they’re always there. They never leave. I always have just a little wave of sadness left, it’s endless. It gets added when I vent , when I shower, when I ask for attention, when I misgender myself. This bottle is big, but the hurt is bigger. And I don’t know how much I can take before it completely shatters