/lit/ - Literature

>>20422440
how needlessly humiliating and harmful is it to tell a friend about my inner turmoil, my fears and what has been driving me towards despair for the past few years? i mean it sincerely, does it do any good to ''open up'' and touch on these things or is it just another temporary patch on a hemorrhage?
i try my best to never let any of the deepest things that haunt my mind through whenever i talk to someone i know, usually just sticking to jokes and lending an ear instead of going on about myself or my thoughts. i just see myself as so profoundly silly and unworthy of wasting people's time and energy with what usually turns out to be pointless worrying and whatnot, but i'll be damned if these last few months i wasn't getting an intense urge to scream it out, as ridiculously adolescent as it might sound. journaling has not been sufficient.
many of the people in my entourage do encourage me to speak up and ''let it out'', but giving up to that impulse seems to be a bit misguided and almost child-like in the negative sense of the expression. what do you anons think of ''opening up''? sorry for the blogpost.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0s3HhznskbU
i'm being overly romantic and everything, but there's a youthful, enthusiastic and endearing spirit in this particular silly video that makes me really melancholic due to how far removed this era seems to be. the evolution of the person behind it is a relevant factor as well. i love ideas man very much, but this captures something pure that can hardly be replicated in this post-irony infested internet. too many layers of self awareness i guess. still, stuff like this is life affirming to me, as stupid as it might sound.