I think of myself as an oxymoron - an entity which cannot naturally exist.
I go through a lot of mood swings, dejection frequently.
I have the ideas, but I am too lazy to work on it.
I am very intellectual, but I cant even bring myself up to let her know that I love her.
Its like a fire which starts off well and then grows huge to destroy everything eventually.
I am like friction, a necessary evil.
The oxymoron in a human shape. Its me.