She can be complicated, yet simple. She can be insecure but always confident. She can be herself yet act different. She can be talking and not knowing what she's saying. She can hate life but altogether love it. She can think depressing thoughts and the next minute be jumping for joy at the smallest, most random things. She can understand you when you don't understand yourself. She can be insane at times, or intelligent. She can be anything but I choose to be herself. She can laugh at herself.