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Sometimes, when I look at the work of experienced artists, I say to myself, "Wow, that's really good." Other times, I feel inferior, comparing my "amazing" pictures with those of professionals.

Sometimes, when I cry, I think nothing of it, only of whatever I'm crying over. Other times, I bang my head against a wall, asking myself, "This isn't worth crying over, so why am I?"

Sometimes, when I talk to a guy friend, I speak gaily and laugh freely. Other times, I think of how others might see it, as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

Sometimes, when I write, my pencil just flies across the piece of paper, and in no time I need a new sheet. Other times, I bite my nails and tear out my hair, unable to write one word in hours.

Sometimes, when I play a board game, I roll the die and move my piece thinking only of the fun of it. Other times, I only look for a way to cheat, a way to win.

Sometimes, when I call a friend, I think of all the exiting things I am going to tell her about. Other times, I worry if it will be a bad time to talk or if she will even be there to pick up the phone.

Sometimes, when I work on a puzzle, I try to find shapes and patterns within that puzzle, easily finding the solution. Other times, I take a few of the pieces to the puzzle, set them down in a random order or position, and then declare it too difficult to solve.

Sometimes, when I do a group project, my ideas, as well as the ideas of my teammates, work well and everything runs smoothly. Other times, I argue with every idea put on the table and can never agree to anything.

Sometimes, when I procrastinate, I get things done, although last minute, and turn in my assignments on time. Other times, I freak out and I end up worse than I already am.

Description
Sometimes, when I look at the work of experienced artists, I say to myself, "Wow, that's really good." Other times, I feel inferior, comparing my "amazing" pictures with those of professionals.

Sometimes, when I cry, I think nothing of it, only of whatever I'm crying over. Other times, I bang my head against a wall, asking myself, "This isn't worth crying over, so why am I?"

Sometimes, when I talk to a guy friend, I speak gaily and laugh freely. Other times, I think of how others might see it, as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

Sometimes, when I write, my pencil just flies across the piece of paper, and in no time I need a new sheet. Other times, I bite my nails and tear out my hair, unable to write one word in hours.

Sometimes, when I play a board game, I roll the die and move my piece thinking only of the fun of it. Other times, I only look for a way to cheat, a way to win.

Sometimes, when I call a friend, I think of all the exiting things I am going to tell her about. Other times, I worry if it will be a bad time to talk or if she will even be there to pick up the phone.

Sometimes, when I work on a puzzle, I try to find shapes and patterns within that puzzle, easily finding the solution. Other times, I take a few of the pieces to the puzzle, set them down in a random order or position, and then declare it too difficult to solve.

Sometimes, when I do a group project, my ideas, as well as the ideas of my teammates, work well and everything runs smoothly. Other times, I argue with every idea put on the table and can never agree to anything.

Sometimes, when I procrastinate, I get things done, although last minute, and turn in my assignments on time. Other times, I freak out and I end up worse than I already am.