Even for such a thing as trying to state personal issues in coherent, eloquent and properly representative words for asking help (or rather just being listened), it's like it's asking for lots of energy resources for conceiving a way for the other to barely get a notion. For an answer that probably, as well-intentioned as it is, it won't worth that much.

Don't know you people, but even when I've instances for venting how drowned I am, I feel like it worths too little for doing it, if not even a risky action for getting more hurt. Also, this sense of falsity "oh yeah i'm with you, but... ****, I've my life as well. my gf's waiting, raise the mood!! cya!! ^^".

I feel less and less willing to talk anything to anyone. I feel closer and closer to something that may be too dim to imagine.