If only they knew how loud my thoughts were; how I can barely fall asleep at night because my mind is racing at a mile a minute.
See, that's the thing about not being able to talk and not being able to relieve some of the communicative pressure building inside of your head. It piles up after a while, and all of those unspoken thoughts fester until they explode in a different way.
Headaches render me to my bed all day and my hand cramps from trying to write down what I'm thinking so people don't get bored and leave before I can form a sentence.
But for all of the difficulties, I may face in my silent days, it doesn't affect my story or me.