There's two distinct sides to my personality that are typically in conflict with one another.  One side of me is hopelessly dedicated to people, the good in them, believing there is something more to humanity than just existing.  That side wants to love and be loved in return, craves the presence of people and has a deep desire to know more about the ones I love.  It cherishes every moment, wants to keep a notebook of all of the lovely things it sees.  Dies a little inside at every harsh comment it receives, cries at weddings, smiles at babies.  The other side of me is the literal antithesis of everything that side is.  Pessimistic and impatient, sarcastic to a fault in order to protect itself from the cruel words of others.  Apprehensive of love, fearful of rejection in an attempt to be void of embarrassment.  Requires nothing and nobody's help to get by, self sufficient to a fault, the definition of the permabitchface.

Mixing and melding these two sides of my personality together has proven really difficult lately.  When asked to explain myself, my characteristics, what makes me "me," I'm at a loss for words.  I'm impatient, I'm kind, I'm a bitch, I'm considerate (sounds like the beginning to a terrible Alanis Morissette song).  I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm still learning, so be patient with me... I'll try to summon the patient part of my persona out when your time comes.