I am both the hero of my own story and his twisted evil twin, foiling myself at every turn. Telling myself that I can do it one moment and screaming NO in my face the next.
I am to my own mind a walking contradiction, for as smart as people tell me I am I feel the opposite quite often.
I am the creator of worlds with the stoke of a pen or the click of a key, but I am no god. If I was I would know what people think of me, have straight A's and a job.
I am a student of both academia and of life, but I am not a machine. I cannot go full-blast 24/7.
I am a great lover of sleep, yet it teases me and plays hard to get, night after night.
I am me and no one else. If that is not enough, then so be it.