I don’t use people to release my feelings, I use art. That’s my true release and expression. People are too complex. Too much to be said, too much to ignore, too much to hate. Art starts out blank. It passes no judgement until you create those judgements. The artist creates the ideas. The artist releases his own emotions and passes his ideas on to the viewer. The viewer can then interpret these judgements, ideas, and emotions and use them to change, inspire, or help their own life. Art can change ignorance into acceptance. Art can push you forward. Art is therapeutic.
I hardly ever open up to people. I don’t have all that much to say. I keep everything inside. I don’t feel like I have pent up feelings or energies, I just don’t care to tell people about what’s going on. Part of me feels like a bother. Another part of me is comfortable enough with myself to the point where I don’t need to express myself to others to get out any frustrations, feelings, etc - I’m capable of doing it on my own. Another part of me just doesn’t give a fuck.
There are a few people who I can really talk to and I wouldn’t be able to go on without them. But I’m not the type of person to wear my emotions on my sleeve. They’re my undergarments. Or maybe even my lungs. I need them to breathe on my own, but I can share the same air with you if you can get close enough.