I am extroverted, yet introverted with thoughts.
I am selfless, yet selfish with some aspects of my life.
I am patient, yet learning to decrease impatience in certain situations.
I am strong, yet I have moments of weakness.
I am independent, yet I crave dependence at times.
I am romantic, yet I make love jokes.
I am witty, yet I crave serious conversation.
I am carefree, yet I need structure.
I am calm, yet I get excited about many things.
I am confident, yet I have a couple insecurities.
I am brave, yet I am afraid of unfamiliar territory.
I am a dreamer, yet I haven’t made some a reality.
I am introspective, yet I share most thoughts with everyone.
I am intelligent, yet I make mindless mistakes.
I am honest, yet I’ve lied before.
I am learning, yet I like to think I know it all when I know I don’t.
I am kind, yet I’ve hurt others even if it wasn’t intentional.
I am compassionate, yet I’ve lacked it in situations when I shouldn’t have.
I know I am all of these things, because most of us are. Most of us are these things, because we are all human.
