“He says, “You are very silent.” He touches my cheek. “Mysterious.” I do not feel mysterious, but vacant. “Would you do anything for me?” he says, gazing into my eyes. I sway towards him, far away from the earth. Yes would be so easy.
“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.”