Chatter.

I talk a lot. A lot. Things spill out of my mouth and there is a running monologue that keeps telling me to shut up shut up let someone else talk. I promise that I am always aware of this, and if someone would just tell me to reign it in a little, I’d be better. I know how much I talk and how little I say. I do.

Especially lately, because there is just something inside me that wants to get out and I don't know what it is. When I'm trying to work things out I talk a lot, more than usual, hoping that maybe something will slip and come out and make me realize, oh, that's what I've been looking for.

So for everyone that’s had to listen to me lately—you all know who you are, whether new friends or old— thanks.