Someone told me, I may be tough, for people who don't know me. I am cold. Unmoved. I don't care about people. True enough. I am being myself. After years of figuring it out for myself, I think I've found myself. I am me. Whatever that means.
You know who you really're when you're alone. No pretending. Just yourself. That's when the real you comes out from all what you created for the people around you. Just an illusion. Just a play. Nothing more. Nothing less.
I've been sad. I've been happy. I've felt complete. I've been empty. I cared. I don't give a damn anymore.
Me fresh from the office. 
Me in the officewear that shocked the whole office.
Me in minimal clothing. Ha. Ha. Ha.
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