EDITED: ( as I have been thinking about it for sometime and have my exam in less than 5 hrs and an intense need to procrastinate) .
 I believe that I am a walking oxymoron. The girl who adores both social science and the actual science. Who is impulsive but relies on logic and reasoning. Whose strongest suit is English even though she sucks at it sometimes. The one who is book smart but not street smart even though sometimes she does catch the things that the most miss. Like a detective who knows what to look for in books but mostly is shitty in real life. Who doesn't want a boyfriend claiming that he'll be a distraction while at the same time craving a Guy Hug ( the hug that guys give that just envelopes you in warmth and make you feel safe, where the world cease to exist). One whose too sweet for her own good but with a cynical edge. The one who  has zero self control and thinks with her heart. 
The ideal thinker. 
The hypocrite. 
The dreamer. 
The believer in the good.
 The hopeless drowned in the miseries and  bad in the world. 
Who is as depressed as she is bubbly.
 A ,always giggling and blushing girl, who sometimes forgets how to  laugh. 
Yeah I am complicated. I am just another girl.
I didn't mean to sound so.... Depressing and to make it sound more sophisticated.... Deep and poetic but yeah it flowed out of me. After disclosing all that I don't what A virtual stranger needs to know so yeah that's a part of who I am, a teaser.
 And trust me it is not as pretty as it sounds.