My mom talks to everyone like she's known them for years and my dad and sister have this skill of talking all day and still not running out of things to say. Then theres me, I know how to listen. I know how to pretend like I'm listening. And I know how to nod my head and say "yeah" or some short response. I don't know how to have a conversation and I certainly don't know how to keep a conversation going. Sure I have a lot to say, obviously, but it's not immediately that way. I'm the kind of person you have to get to know before you decide you wish you'd never met me because I never stop talking. This only happens once I've known you for, like, ever though.
I'm also not very outwardly emotional. I'm not saying I've never felt like throwing a table through a wall or locked myself in my room and refused to talk to anyone, but I'm also not saying I'm always like that. I mean, I can smile and I can laugh and that's usually what I stick to but when I'm not with a friend I have this face. Said face apparently makes me look depressed but, really, it's just my face.
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