I became more and more silent and expressed my true thoughts less and less, although I still spoke a lot.
Whether in real life or online, whether academically or hobbies, there is rarely a space to fully express one's intentions. I can't freely say unpleasant things in crowded places. I have become accustomed to replacing my thoughts with likes, and I just stay silent when I encounter words I don't like. Yes, my taste has improved through being picky, but the idea of replacing one's ability with taste is dangerous. Various experiences always remind me of "How to Suppress Women's Writing."
I wish I had a room of my own.
Intention: Not to perish in silence