Writing used to come easy for me. Like it would be a leaky faucet -- always had something to say so it was easy to write. These days, I think I stay in my head a lot more than I used to. I'm not as outgoing or outspoken. I generally just go with the flow.
I practically live in my head. I go through the motions of every day living. Well, that isn't true. I just don't say a lot and thereby I'm always told I'm too quiet. Too reserved. However, get enough drinks in me and I become a chatterbox. I don't think I'm using liquor as my segway to being more lively. No, I don't think so. I'm just saying that I'm not as vocal as I used to be in my younger years.
I used to be able to just say whatever is on my mind without any care in the world. Sometimes, I still think I do. But I definitely have a filter now.
For the most part, whatever I say these days aren't meant to be hurtful. Nothing I say is intentional, unless I want it to be intentional. It's a bit odd that I don't say things as I used to. I mainly say it inside my head. And for those who know me well enough, know when I'm thinking something that I want to say but I don't end up saying because, you know, being tactful is the name of the game nowadays.
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