I made this entry right after the first one. I was just thinking of me and the way I am.
"I hate how shy and reserved I can be. I hold myself back from so many good experiences, it makes me sad. But, still I can not seem to break out of my shell, It is made of a material that only the I love can break, I am scared that I might not find him, or he might not find me, or that we will pass each and don't even realise our fate, I long to break free, and wish that I do it myself. But if I was different, and did things when I wanted, I would have been free by now."
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