I talk a lot. Really a lot. I have a lot to say and I want to talk to people if I am in the mood of talking.
I am introvert, but not to those whom I choose to transform myself to be extrovert. That’s simply because I feel I am safe.
But, somehow, I am tired of talking. Hoping someone will understand what I have in my mind without I say a word. In fact, that is impossible. So, do me a favour and be still. Some understand it, some don’t. That’s life. We cannot expect people to behave the same.