I hate the pause before writing papers.

It's slow, empty, boring and frankly it feels useless.

I like to say I'm patient but more often than not I find myself acting impatiently.

Impatient with a twinge of impulsiveness, yet I'm not.

Patience and thoughtfulness are what I also am.

Lazy and a faker is what I also am. 

Not that that is bad, i dont think it's necessarily bad.

I'm not just one thing, i can't be categorized that easily, but on the other hand i'm the easiest person to categorize.

I strongly believe that two things can be true at once. Even if they clash.

I'm not just one thing, nor am I two or three or four, not even five.

Not even sixteen as my age or seventeen as my next birthday.

I'm not anything, yet I am everything as I am all that I can have.

Born with myself as I will die with myself.

To others I change but to me I remain constant.

Constant yet also ever changing. 

Did I mention I like to contradict myself? Cause i do.

Do you understand me? Can you understand me? Would you? Will you?

Sometimes I catch my conscious drifting, like it's sliding on an ice block, probably in an ice rink.

I get angry, I get very angry. So very angry.

Do you get me? Do you comprehend my words? Do you know something i don't?