I have come to the conclusion that I am a walking paradox, a mismatched mix of innocence and experience, a bottle of oil and water constantly being shaken. I overthink the details. I miss the big picture. I am a perfectionist. I am a procrastinator. I have strong opinions. I am indecisive. I am stubborn. I apologize too much. it’s not physically possible to be like this. there is a reason oil and water separate no matter how many times you shake them back together. I am black and white dots in a body shaded gray, and I don’t know which part of myself is the truth anymore.
