About me..... difficult to explain...isn't it so? If I say I love this or that...lets say painting..what does it implies...am I an artist? Or say I love to travel..what does that actually means?? Thats why its confusing when something (or somebody) asks me to explain 'about me'.
Well...Its complex like many other things. On one hand...the good part of me tries to look at the beauties of life. On the other hand... It tries to see the hard facts. no matter how rude, mean or ruthless they are. At least now, I'm able to say one thing about me... I am not afraid about the truth. I love good things but don't try to hide myself from the other side, which is dark.
Is that all I am...certainly