Not to talk
Can't remember where have I read this, or when. But it was right. It went something like this: we know we've become adults when talking about our problems doesn't make us feel any better. Sadly, it is true. It just doesn't work that way anymore. One can talk - I can talk - but in the end it will be useless. That old feeling of lightness (lacking the appropriate word here) is no more. Now I talk, but the more I talk, the more I realize the size of the hole I'm sinking into. It doesn't help anymore (it never did; but now it doesn't even have a face value anymore). Silence seems more honest, truth be told. That's why I prefer not to talk anymore.