i’ve stopped talking.
literally, that’s not quite true. my voice box still functions, i have a sore throat but i can certainly form words with my lips, and words still roll off the tip of my tongue. i’m still bursting with syllables, verbs, nouns. it’s just that i talk about lots and lots and lots of nothing.
what i meant was, i’ve stopped talking, about the things that matter. things that i actually care about. all the things left unsaid. you know what, bring me back my captive audience and companion. actually, no, bring me back myself.
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okay, i would love to talk about something interesting for once, but i’m point-blank. hence all the freaking picture posts. give me a topic! who wants to discuss Anwar Ibrahim and the sodomy allegations? or .. petrol price hike? or .. Xiaxue VS Dawn Yang?
or, like, the prom?
:)
