I am moronic. I am selfish. I am as slothful as I am gluttonous. I am greedy. I am knavish. I am talkative while I am devilish. Although silent, I am observant in a malevolent way. Forgetful, irresponsible, it is I who am simply awful. I am hateful, baneful, ostentatious, still I am more than audacious. Indecisive, infirm, pessimistic and introverted, I am shy, complicated, irritable and careless. Useless, worthless, prideful and sinful. Lustful, worldly, materialistic and demanding; juvenile, nonsense, noxious, and assuming. What're more? Words are never ever going to be near to close to almost enough to mirror me, for if they reach a thousand in number, they won't make up a picture, of how gloomy I am. It's myself. It's me. It's I.