I hate how it seems like a necessity to be with someone to be happy. It’s like you perfectly know you can actually be happy on your own but somehow something dictates that no, you’ll be A LOT happier WITH someone.
No. I’m perfectly fine on my own.
I think my biggest deal is that yeah I keep hellova lot of secrets & I keep everything organized; I guess the reason why I can’t just let go & not care about things how they go is that as opposed to how Iive my life full of organization & secrecy, I think it would be nice if someone will actually know the real me when I die. How I think, my views. Because actually living in a time where I think & fully believe I don’t belong is bad enough, all the more is the part where no one can actually understand me. So yeah, when I die, though not in my timeline, I hope there’ll be someone who’ll get the me that I was then.