I will confuse you. You will not understand me, not a single one of you. I will change my apparent motives from one moment to the next and there will always be a dozen underlying motives which you will fail to comprehend. These motives may be manevolent, they may be benevolent, but either way, they will always exist despite how minute my every simple action may seem to the casual observer. I will astound you in my moments of clarity, I will baffle you in my moments of confusion, and I will understand myself regardless of what moment I am in at any given time. I will be the strongest person you will ever come across; with the fortitude of the feral and the survival instincts of a cockroach. I will have my moments of weakness, my desperations, and my breakdowns, and you will not see a single one of them for the simple fact that my vulnerability is not something that has ever, is ever, or will ever be shown on the surface.

But it is there, my vulnerability. It does exist. And the knowledge of this is my gift to you.