I have no way of knowing for sure why I am the way I am. It could be because the impenetrable walls of the little bubble that is my picturesque hometown have caused a rebellion in me. Or I could have just been made this way.
I was a nerdy child who heard "oh my god you're so smart" over and over again when all I wanted to hear was "oh my god you're so beautiful." Now the tables have turned, and when I'm told I'm pretty I want to scream "But I'm smart too!!" The grass is always greener.
It's never enough until it's too much.