Days where my diary doesn’t miss me. Not so good days is all about bragging about it.When I think Life of a non-social butterfly can be predictive. But, being a one is exhaustive.Trying to find balance.I have ended up somewhere in between. I don’t need pretentious people around me. I just need one soul who understands me. I need a friend who believes in me. For who I am and what I’ll be.