Confused Youth in the Twenties

I have despised my soul seven times. It could be aggressive but pretends to be humble. It fills it with love when it is empty. It chooses easy in the face of difficulty and ease. It makes mistakes, but comforts itself by knowing that others will make mistakes. It is free and weak, but regards it as the tenacity of life. It despises an ugly face, but does not know that it is one of its own masks. It stands sideways in the mud of life, unwilling but timid. To youth This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.