The First Dimension of the Coin: Oh yeah

Breakdown

The last thing I am is a cliché.
People are as they do; I am as I write.
I am pessimistic about everything to do with me.
And too blatantly realistic when it comes to everyone else.
Sometimes I feel too complicated for myself to handle.
Even though I love simplicity in anything and everything.
I'm pretty much a really tough shell to crack.
I love it when people read and acknowledge what I have to write.
I love the feeling of people playing with my hair.
Small and unusually insignificant actions make me happy.
And they also make me sad or angry.
I never hold grudges, no matter how much I complain.
Blatant predictability bores me to death.
I get attached to things, not people, a bit too temporarily.
Overdoses of niceness make me puke.
I hate being put on hold.
And I love having my way.
People who barely talk end up confusing me.
If you're not random enough, then I won't like you for long.
There's a lot about me I don't know & I'm still discovering myself.
And I have a lot more to learn.
This list is definitely not getting any shorter.