Tell me when you hear my silence

Being melancholy and moody is starting to tire me.

I overthink. About stuff. It tires me.

Growing up has thought me to put all the thoughts away, in a box and bury them somewhere in the back of my mind.

Until the time comes for me to sort them out.

Moving on to another, completely different topic : They say the end of one chapter is the begining of another, right?

Might as well make this new chapter interesting and a fun one.

I'm going to get twinkle lights for my new bedroom.