A talkative person kills himself. Tell me about it.

1, I find myself talking less and less, and people who can talk more are suppressed everywhere, so … I don't want to talk more.

I gradually find myself talking less and less. Of course, not many people can talk. Is this the price of growing up?

3, rainy and continuous, I thought it would be sunny all the time, otherwise I couldn't see the sun all day, and I was in a bad mood when I saw this day. I feel that I am talking less and less, and even feel that it will be easier not to say it. ...

Emotion is something you can't describe. Sometimes you say a lot, only to find that there is no need to say so much. Later, you talked less and less, for fear that you would lose it if you didn't pay attention to life. You tortured yourself, and you were really tired and let yourself go. Sometimes you don't have to be so strong.

There are still ten days to leave school. I really don't want to leave Urumqi and face everything after school. I think a lot these days. Probably, a person will be more efficient. Recently, I found myself talking less and less, not making friends, and my ability to find topics is getting worse and worse. This is good, I can maintain a relationship without being so tired, and I find that I am not bad alone.

6. I feel that my words are getting less and less, my expressions are getting less and less, and my movements are getting less and less. I don't want to know more and more

Gradually, I found myself talking less and reading more and more. Every time I open WeChat Weibo, I am full of feelings and choose not to say anything again and again. Perhaps the sinking pad has become the best storage method, or it may be the process of growth.

8. In the new year, I hope I can talk less and have fewer friends. I hope my friends around me will keep their eyes open and don't choose me as a friend. I hope my parents will keep their eyes open in the next life, and don't choose me as a child. I hope I can become a piece of snow on the snowy mountain, silent and cold. I hope I can become a grain of sand in the desert, and my smallness will not be known.

9. Some things are useless. I just don't say anything, hold it back, digest it myself, and after a long time, I find myself talking less and less, with nothing to say and nothing to say.