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He didn’t know what he was doing, though he rarely felt he did. There were instances of confidence, but they were certainly more fleeting than the insecurities that seemed to rest more easily in his daily disposition. Privately he thought most of his actions appeared odd, though this might’ve been a senseless timidity, with which he was quite familiar. Internally his motives were, as a whole, vaguely understood. His confidence was indeed lacking; sometimes he felt as if he went and looked for things to obliterate any self-assurance he might’ve acquired accidentally. Furthermore, when he was lucky enough to believe he was worth