I seem to have become somewhat of a paradox- I want to be happy, but I'm constantly reminding myself of things that make me sad and angry. I grow lazy, yet I am ambitious. I hate my self, but love who I really am. I crave attention, yet I reject it when its shown to me. I am a conflicted contradiction to my self. My point is this: I have know myself my whole life, and have spent every second of every day with me and never a moment apart. It has taken me 37 years to figure out that I may never fully understand myself. So, let me ask you something. If I can't figure myself out, What the *** makes you think you already have, or that you have one goddammed thing figured out about me? Feel me 1st, then *** off.