A dynamic person without remedy
In every second of our lives we are always changing.
I can't say that I am this
or I am that,
because I am always evolving.
Evolving is not always good.
Sometimes I act like a five year old,
and sometimes I lact like a wise elder.
However, I always manage to get everything done.
But my emotions are something that I can never handle.
I always cry for the lamest thing ever,
and I laugh at the weirdest things.
Also, I have a temper that sometimes I cannot even stand.
I am also picky and capricious in my own ways.
But I am never the same,
you can never tell how I am going to react,
and this makes me dynamic.
A dynamic person without remedy.
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