I have a theory that introverts have a maximum number of words they can manage to say in a day. And once they're used up that's it, the well is dry. Try me tomorrow (but early).

Introverts are some of the kindest people you’ll meet. But if you break their trust, they’ll disappear without a word. Quiet doesn’t mean weak. They just know their peace is worth more than drama.

Last Christmas Ich gave thee myne hearte
But the verye next daye ther came a wolf,
Wyth sinews of whispers - quiet as frost -
And the wolf stole my hearte, fled
To a tower out of tyme biyonde all the stars.
Seek now myne hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste!

It ys okaye if festivitye ys not thy thing. It ys okaye to be lonelye. It ys okaye to be sad. It ys okaye to have tinye plans that still seem exhausting. It ys okaye to just be. Be kynde to thyself. Be extra kynde. We are all straungeres heere doing our best. Thou art amazinge.