I don’t remember where I found this, but I think it describes me perfectly.
“I know I am smart, but not in the ways that count. I read people much better than books but I never have the words to explain my findings. I sometimes walk with my head down. My posture is terrible. I think horrible things about people and I let my emotions get the best of me. I’m really not as nice as I’d like to be, or as innocent as you think I am. I am a perfectionist. I am a contradiction to everything I want to stand for. I’m a big dreamer with little motivation. I am really no good at all, on my own, but I am honest to myself.”