For most years of my life I deny things. Now, I'll admit it. There is so much wrong in me people wouldn't get. I am made of constellations of irony and mistakes. I know that often I'm may come across differently to people from the way I see myself. People say I'm too dramatic, too annoying, too attention-seeking, too tactless, too straightforward, too self-righteous, too offensive, too unapproachable, too naive, too trying-hard, too know-it-all, too rigid, too self-absurd, too conceited, too sensitive, too numb.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't be the person you all want me to be-you all expect me to be. I cant be the person who's made out of in betweens. I am made of extremes, farthest point in either sides of the dichotomy, never just the right amount, never just enough.