You Think You Know So Much

I think I'm strong, I think I'm independent.
I think I'm a sleaze and a booze hound; a terrible girlfriend but a great girl friend.
I think I'm a hypocrite but I think I'm a saint.
I think am never going to make a good parent, I think I am far too selfish to really ever put anything before me in the long run.
I think I'm honest, I think I am where it counts.
I think I'm the one who gets to decide when it counts.
I think I can write, sometimes. But I think I have to remember how to feel again first.
I think I've been numb for quite sometime now.
I think I'm better off on my own. I think alone and lonely are two very different words.
I think that they are almost complete opposites.
I think that I am living in the wrong country.
I think that maybe I would not entirely hate the idea of having someone to spend summer with.
I think that that's the stupidest thing I've said in a long time.
I think I'd be too scared to admit it if I ever did want that.
I think that if you got to know me, you'd notice that I'm not the way I think I portray myself to be.
I think I'm actually doing okay, at least I think I've done okay so far and that I'll be okay from here.
I think I'm just a little lost right now.
I think I'd like to be able to figure out what I really think so that the over-thinking doesn't make me think that I know nothing at all, when I think I know so much more than I think I let on.