I'm scared yet excited, knowledgeable yet ignorant. I don't find myself attractive but I secretly know I have my moments of beauty. I'm terrified of being vain though I'll joke about it all the time. Theres pieces of me I wish werent attached, and pieces I've lost and hope to regain. I've loved and been loved, which has made me say so long to the past. I look toward the future, even though Im scared of what Ill see. Eagar to learn of our history though want no knowledge of whats to come. I make great points and have my opinions. I'll contradict myself, only because I have no clue of who I really am. I know what I am and where I come from, but it eludes me to what I'm doing here. I'm not searching for a purpose, just something to do. Some say I'm outgoing and outspoken but if you ask me I'm shyer than hell. I dont like to keep my words to myself; the consequences so far have not been too bad. My mind is a mess, a massacre waiting to happen. I have a million friends, and am the loneliest person you'll meet. I used to hate for random things, jealously, spite, ego, and boredom. Now it seems I just dont care for anyone, sometimes not even myself. You either love me or you hate, we've all said it but I hold the meaning to it. I'm lovable and friendly and don't hold knives for backstabbing. You screw me over and I'll get my revenge. I'm not worthy of peoples company for I think they dont care for my words. Even with the lack of caring I'll tell them my life story. I'll get to the point and call it how I see it. I tend to give warnings before I give advice. I'm a critic and analytical. I'll tear your life apart but I'll help you rebuild it. I'm confusing to follow and majority of my words have deeper meanings. Though I'm to the point I may not have meant one word of any of this. You'll never know unless you open your eyes and your mind. Only the deep thinkers hold the key to my overly thoughtful and overly used soul. Have fun and don't get hurt for my life is one trip you dont want to take. These words mean nothing they were taken from my mouth and put in order here. I gave no real thought to this, so apparently this is what I subconsciously think of myself. Like I said I'm a critic. Fell free to criticize all you want.