3 am Thoughts.

Speech

Talking too much almost seems to take away my freedom of what I choose to say.

I've just realised that.

When I talked so constantly that everyone was so used to my obnoxious ramblings, it was more difficult to be listened to. It was harder to speak around others. It seemed like a fight on who would open their mouth first, whoever starting their stories before the other is able to speak the rest of the time.

Now, I've came to know, that words mean more when you choose carefully when to say them. Place them. Beckon them to mean something.

When the quiet one talks, everyone is more curious to listen. And when you just want to be heard, holding your tongue for the least important details is what to do.

But why does it feel so suffocating to not speak about the rattling in my heart, soul, and mind? Why do I have to bite my tongue or bully myself just so I can feel a little bit more wanted in life?

Because no one wants to be the annoying one.