"If cactus were a girl, she would be an introvert one. She hides herself behind its thorn without anyone knowing, who she actually is; what she actually likes. She may looks tough outside, but we might never knew what's really inside her. Maybe she's fragile and had a soft heart; cheerful and bright. Or maybe she had something dark inside. You'll never know what she's trying to hide from you; what she's trying to show you. Deep down there. She's a secret." 12:29 p.m.
Wanderlust, Overthinking, Quiet, Introvert. Mostly about my late-night thoughts, and the Journal. Hi.