ka'aina
He’s a total enigma. One minute he’s chill, the next he’s spilling all his secrets. He’s got a head full of ideas but thinks they’re trash. He’s got a heart full of love but a brain full of doubts. He’s like a walking contradiction.
He said he hated being the center of attention, then took over the whole conversation.
He spent hours writing a song, then said it was the worst thing he ever made.
He told me he didn’t need anyone, then cried when I left.