A Playful Misconception, A Childhood's Dream

I don’t talk anymore. I used to, I guess the term suitable for me to use now would be, whine a lot. To my friends. I’d always voice out the things that were troubling me. Find a time, find a friend, and just let it all out. I used my friends to bounce off thoughts and ideas and solutions. I used to need my friends to give me suggestions on what the next course of actions would be best.

Now, I don’t talk anymore. I don’t feel the need to talk. Is it because I can handle problems in my head better now? Or is it because I have a journal now and that’s where I find my solutions? Or is it because the friends that I can talk to are no longer around for me? Or is it because none of these problems I face are as big of a deal to me now?

But bottom line is, I don’t talk anymore. Even now when there’s something to talk about. I don’t even want to talk about it though. I guess it’s just not something that needs to be “handled”.