A Thousand Miles Between.

I am not your charity case. I am not some pathetic self loathing teenager. I am a single person with a single strong view and a million thoughts. I have my doubts, my insecurities - my flaws - but they don't govern all of my decisions.

I am my own person.

Open your eyes.

I can't show you who I am unless you already know me. For who I am.

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I hate cryptic things. I hate cryptic crossword puzzles - the day I can rightly guess one word will be glorious indeed! In romantic novels, sure, the cryptic characters do hold a certain charm, luring me in, (but how can anyone resist them anyway?) but often upon cracking the code - solving the mystery - I find myself completely and utterly disappointed. Surely it is cruel, to build up all of this allure - this elusive character - only to spring something completely unexpected?

Ah, enough about cryptic... If you're still with me, just a question. It's been hovering in my mind:

What do you see in a face - beauty, emotion, truth, persona? Or do you see anything at all?

I am yet to do so.

Day One

Life is hectic right now. Actually, scratch that, my laziness has made life hectic. Time is drifting by so quickly that I feel I should document something. So here I am, pseudonym and all, in my truest form (ah, the irony). I'll write you my emotions, my hopes and desires. My days and nights; my passing frights. I'll give you the facts, plus the completely subjective sidelines. At times I may be insecure, irritable or downright pissed - but that's just part of who I am. Anyhow, before I digress any further, goodnight my online confidant. Sweet dreams strangers.