I remembered a time ago when.. I don't know who to talk to when i badly needed to.

I counted the number of people who i've listened and gave advices to when they had problems. None of them really understood me. Perhaps because i hardly have problems since young.. have always led a good life..  

The thing is, i don't have problems telling anyone my problems, why is there? Considering i have literally none. Rather my only major problem is expressing myself. Although it may seem that i don't tell people my 'problems', it's not that i refrained myself from telling people about them.. More often than not, i feel like telling what i feel, but either i didn't have the right timing to, or i didn't have the right words to describe it.. or even, sometimes i don't even know what is it i'm feeling. I feel more comfortable telling stories which lead to what i feel and let the other party decipher and conclude with what i feel instead.. which some of them could not understand. Or, sometimes there are no stories to begin with. And so i let the feelings pass and unnoticed.. just like many others.

Gah. I'll let the feelings pass again..