Just a few of the people who apparently know me, met the real me.
If I would ask all the people who at least had a real chat with me to describe me, I believe that I would get plenty of different answers.
Everyone discovered a different part of me, of my personality. I almost never expose myself completely.
Some people think of me like I'm very responsible and punctual, others know me as the one who's always makes fun of everything. Some think I'm a drug addict punk, some are sure I'm very smart and unpretentious.
Few will say I'm a romanticist, few are sure I'm gay. I was described as a depressed sad person, as a little innocent child, as the happiest man alive. Talented, quiet, dumb, attractive, introverted, fun, a good listener, versatile, sensitive, adaptive.
I'm not even sure how to describe myself - I'm never as I was before. My personality might switch in a second just by the mood, or stay like it is forever.
Some might call me a fake, but I know I'm not. Actually, if there is one thing I'm sure I'm not, it is hypocrite. I never pretend to be something I'm not, nor something I'm not completely am.
Yet, there are some extraordinary people who discovered me completely. Most of them are, or were, very close to me. Others doesn't even know it.
But I cannot be changed. What cares me is who I want to be by my side.