It's rare that I express my inner feelings to anyone. I don't have trouble putting it down on paper/on screen, but I'll mostly keep that private slice of my life to myself (or burn/delete it after I finish writing it, whichever applies). I'm just so accustomed to being the rock, the confidant, the advisor, that I'd feel weird turning around and telling those same friends that I'd counseled for months about my life issues. It's like the therapist saying: "hold on, I want to talk about me for a change."
...I guess it's just that as soon as I put those emotions out there, they become 'live' and 'real' whereas when I keep them to myself, they're in some sort of state of limbo where I can still rationalize them, and maybe even diminish their intensity. I counsel myself. I know myself best, and frankly, as egotistical and self-absorbed as it sounds, I don't think there's anyone out there that can give better advice than me.