Many moons ago I had lots and lots to talk about. I suppose I can attribute that seemingly continuous flow of opinions to my youth, or my inexperience with life or maybe it was just me and my love for talking on paper. I used to be a very talkative person online. On the Internet, I've always been a very opinionated person, bulldozing my way to have my piece of mind heard, using this personal space to rant on relentlessly about my point of view - and during those really active years, it really didn't matter to me what people thought. These days, for some reason, I don't quite feel the need to be so insistent about expounding my opinions anymore. I mean, I'm still me. And some things do get me riled up and I speed along to Twitter to drop off my piece of mind – but those moments just aren't that frequent anymore. Even on those social platforms, I log on with something important and urgent I intend to say, but as I type and attempt to frame my thoughts into 140 c...
A chronic introvert and a dreamy idealist.