I'm a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I'm lazy, yet I'm ambitious. I don't like myself, but I also love who I am. I say don't care, but i really do. I crave attention, but I reject it when it comes my way. I'm a conflicted contradition. If I can't figure myself out, there's no way anyone else has.
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