May 14, 2020

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Hello!! 

I love to talk a lot but I'm not talkative person. I barely talk when I'm left with relatives or cousins. I'm the quiet one in the family. I talk okay when I'm with my friends. I don't know why is that. I love to talk talk talk but I won't. So I just talk to myself most of the time. 😁 It makes me happy in a weird way. 

I think I wanna talk but don't want anyone to reply to that πŸ˜‚. I haven't figured out about this clearly yet. 


Anyone with the same skill, comment on how you do it😁 
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In HeavenJul 21, 2020

HmπŸ˜‚

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ratzJul 21, 2020

I show too many expressions 🀣

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In HeavenJul 20, 2020

Yeah, I also do same stuff. Talking with myself all the times. And relatives are always a no go. They say, that I'm too sensible and speak only when needed. But they don't know how much I chatter with my friends, utterly nonsense things, which make us laugh... Same is with my facial expression. People have either a smile, or a face of anger, or displeasure all the time. But me, I look expressionless. Not a single tone of any emotion.... But I don't want to fake a smile...

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ratzMay 20, 2020

I try that at times too but the way my lips move makes me sad so i do it without mirror. 😁

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HushsecretsMay 20, 2020

Overly satisfying i do it all the time in front of my mirror

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LeaenaMay 15, 2020

Very satisfying.

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ratzMay 14, 2020

It's weirdly satisfying to talk to oneself, right?! 😊

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LeaenaMay 14, 2020

People called me a chatterbox when i was a kid. As i grew up, i outgrew the habit of talking too much. Yet, i want to talk, talk, talk and write,write,write. I am barely stopping myself from making too much journal entries. So, i talk to myself a lot. I like to pretend i am talking with the ghost to spice it up a bit. But i have one friend with whom i can talk about anything and this time she will get it unlike others. But becsuse we are far we can't talk frequently, thats when i talk to myself frequently. Or simply sleep my thoughts away. My mother is disappointed that my social skill has disappeared. She doesn't know it disappeared by choice.

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."

β€” Maya Angelou