I sometimes call myself the walking paradox.
I am a living, breathing contradiction. I get confused as to what is right and what is wrong. Whether what I am feeling today is opposing to what I've felt last week. It's all a jumbled mess that I've learnt to live with.
Is that a paradox or am I just bipolar?
Reasons why I get highly irritated by the way I write since the words, - my words - they don't complement each other. I switch moods and perceptions so fast, they affect my writing. And I'm here to fix that.
So watch me as I mull over my entire existence in an odd, complicated way.