I have been reating further and further into my shell lately. I can make friends and uphold smalltalk at parties as much as I want. But I want just one other person to share my shell.
In terms of how I think/feel, I'm not sure even I know anymore. I have spend hours filling notebooks trying to make sense of everything but I often feel like all I've accomplished is making a big mess with a pen. I guess you could say I think I'm complicated.
I'm super shy around guys romantically, lack of experience Doesn't mean I'm not open to new experiences though ^^"