I had thought that I became stronger, became invincible, became someone whom nobody could hurt.

 

I thought that I could put down a lot of things, a lot of matters and people whom don't deserve that bit much more of concern from me.

But in the end I care, I care more than the limit I told myself to stop at.

 

I thought I had forgotten, but it's a fact that I still miss our friendship, missed having someone I could talk nonsense to without feeling out of place or awkward at all.

 

I thought that I could become independent and rely on myself, but well it remains a fact that I still hope that someone can be there for me whenever, wherever I needed him.

 

 

 

 

Hate feeling insecure, but I let you become one of my biggest insecurities.