I get so insecure I can hardly function socially, and I enjoy solitude a little more than I should.

Feeding this page just so I can backtrack bits and pieces of my life here every now and then.

15.6.13

That’s when I finally got it.
I finally understood
It wasn’t the thought that counted
It was the actual execution that mattered
The intent behind it wasn’t enough
Not for me
Not anymore.
It wasn’t enough to know that deep down,
he loved me.
(-thoughtcatalog)

I don't know what I want exactly, or what really is wrong with me.

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