I'm just bitter and empty

I’ve been silent for so long, that now, I don’t even feel like talking. I remember in the past, I’d try talking about my problems or situation to people whether it was to my family or friends, but they never really listened. They just say, “you’re fine, you’ll get over it,” "you're stressed out," or more often then not, they’d twist it to make my story about them instead, and then they’d talk about their own problems and spill out everything to me instead. It’s sad, really, how people are so consumed up in their own problems to really give a single fuck about anyone else. But that’s just human nature I guess, and that’s how life works.

Now, I almost feel like it’s too late to seek help, or to talk to someone even when I really need to. I’ve just bottled everything inside me, and so it just sat there. Every moment accumulating inside of me, whether or not I wanted it to. I’ve learned to deal with it myself, though I guess it’s not really even dealing with it. I don’t even know how to talk about it anymore really. If someone asks, I feel my throat constricting and locking up. No words can escape my mouth, no words can even be formed in my head. It’s just silent. And that’s just because no one was there to talk to when I needed to talk to someone the most.

It’s suffocating really, this silence.