I'm unlike anyone you've ever met--but, then again, isn't everyone?

Bear with me. Sometimes it's more fun to dig deep and be dramatic about your findings than it is to pretend that you never found anything. I found this in my journal:
"I feel so broken down, breaking myself down and trying to find out who I am that-- when I try to present myself to anyone, I'm such a mess. How is anyone supposed to understand what I'm made of when I'm scattered about.
When I'm nervous making a first impression, it's like I'm frantically picking parts up off the floor and shoving them into my body to see if they'll fit...if they'll stick. Sometimes it works.
But I'm happy. I may be a mess, but I smile-- a lot."
The truth is, I can pull myself together. I'm just random.