Nobody really knows who I am. People who gets to meet me are usually confused by the image I project and the person in front of them. I may look like whatever you want, but the truth is that I am the most private and committed guy. But most important, I am a good person.
When I’m not distracting my loneliness with lust, I feel somehow down because beneath my skin there is a continuous struggle between my reason and my heart. I fight myself a lot but nobody ever sees me sad, they only see a fun guy and not the one damage inside.
Most people call me mysterious because I don’t share details of my life.
Only here when I blog, I open up.
But nobody really knows me… like you know me.