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 I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
Someone once asked me, “Why do you insist on taking the hard road?” I replied, “Why do you assume I see two roads?
Falling in love is a crazy thing to do. It’s kinda like a form of socially acceptable insanity.