My name is Jose.
I am that person, but I'm the other.
I have reached the 20th year; unless it's already the 21th.
I want to do this, but I do that.
I do that, but I do this.
My thoughts have their own thoughts, or are they mine?
I have issues, but I don't.
I make perfect sense, but I contradict them.
I say contradictions, but I make sense.