“You see, I’m a paradox. I am composed of opposite things - and that’s what makes me more of myself. I am not a particular something. I am unpredictable. I make mistakes, but never the same mistake twice. Everything just fall into place, I do things, and that’s it. I am the reason of faint scars in my wrists because I once thought I could be unharmed by taking a full grasp of all the reasons that can hurt me. But being a paradox is sometimes being vulnerable. I see things disparately because there are many of them, unfortunately unaware on how to sort what is true from what is not. Perhaps this is also what makes me weak, because I’m a person of many things. I cannot stand alone with something dominant. I am manipulated. I’m a paradox.”