That is what people might say at the end of little conversation that i surrendered my time at. Literally when they heard a story. Wait up, is that what i really am? I exactly have no idea, it just getting tougher and tougher which takes a massive mental price for heaven's sake. But i'm learning okay..i learn how to think. Even though i may make mistake, but it's what i'm capable of.
"Truth is, i get jealous easily because what's mine is mine. I'm stubborn as hell, i say sorry too much. I act like i don't give a fuck because i care too much! I over analyze the smallest of things and well probably come off as a bitch to simply guard myself"But i learned something so far, life isn't fairytale. You can get rid of anything but you shan't lie to yourself.
