I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicting contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
I found this on Tumblr, and it is soo relevant to me.