Sometimes I think I am someone important, sometimes I think I am no one.

I am very moody, very emotional and sometimes a very stupid ass. The strangest thing is nevertheless I am a very patient person.

I used to study a lot. I used to be a nerdy but now I am a lazy person. I would go out with my closest friends and drink beer or watch something on my pc. I like sports though.

I am a big dreamer. I am romantic, I have met the love of my life and I am still thinking of spending my life with that person.

I hate doing what I don’t like to do. I try hard to be a good person, I never mean to be bad but sometimes people don’t understand what goodness is all about.

I love music. I love art as a whole. I think this is the most beautiful side of life. I used to draw a lot, now I can’t find the time to do that. I think I had (and still have) some talent. I used to play several instruments, I used to sing. I still sing when I am alone.

I love metal music and live concerts. It makes me feel alive.

I love distant countries, different religions and foreign cultures. I adore Asia and all about it. I touched the beautiful colorful world of the Orient and I fell in love at first sight.

I love languages. I have no idea how I developed to the point of studying so many languages at once. I have no idea how I started loving foreigh languages. I am not very talkative among people. Neither do I feel at ease making contacts. But when you give me a subject I can always talk. I like any kind of talks and usually have nothing against noone.

If you see mistakes in my English, it is because I have never really studied this language at school or elsewhere. I “study” English here, in front of the pc, listening to music or watching movies or talking to my Asian friends. I am ¼ Russian, so I know this language as my second native. I am studying French because of my parents who decided to make me go to France when I was still 5 or 6 years old. I have relatives all around the globe but I didn’t have the intention to go live somewhere else. I still live in my country but I frequently go east to visit my lover. Now I grew to the point where I really wanna leave my country and go seek my happiness elsewhere. I studied Latin, I am studying Italian as a second language at university, and as I adore exotic languages, I study by myself Turkish and Japanese. I used to sing songs in Hebrew, Korean and Spanish too (which is a very easy language to understand since you know French, Italian and Latin). 

I am a cosmopolite. I love diversity, and I am trying hard to be tolerant towards everyone and everything. I know how different my point of view could be so I know how it feels when people are simple minded, when you are put aside from the crowd because of being different. But the crowd is not the best place to be as you can tell. Being different is difficult but being just a part of the crowd is far away from being happy. It is boring. I think people are very curious when you are kinda different but it does not mean that they will like you when they know you better. They are just curious. Even if they say they hate you, they still are curious about you. It feels disturbing.

Even if I consider myself different, it does not mean I wanna be that way. I am just trying to be the person I am. I wanna give the best of me, sometimes I get very sad and lonely; sometimes I have no will to live. I really do feel like that sometimes.

Loneliness is a part of everyone’s life. For me loneliness is not a big issue. I am used to be alone, I can say I am a big loner, but the thing is that I like it. I still can be pretty amusing and hilarious, I swear!

I am as emotional as it gets but inside of me. I never really show it for people to see. Maybe it happens only when I write on the internet. After all I know, it shows on my face even if I try to hide my true feelings. I am "cursed" to be very expressive.

I found solace in the dark art. When I say “dark”, I mean something hidden, something obscure, different, innovative, something disturbing, or even sad, and yes, at last, something gloomy. The dark is my way out of the dark. It is a never-ending road to the truth. This road is really never-ending, because no one can ever know the complete truth about everything. But the will to hold on and to keep on marching on this road is keeping me alive. Sometimes art is keeping me alive. The truth is I want to live because I want to feel. Even if it hurts.

I have many websites where I upload any kind of stuff. Sometimes I think "is that really necessary", but I want to share everything that makes me feel happy. It is useless to be happy on your own. But at some point I forget to have fun myself and start doing things only "for the people". I don't like it when that happens. People stop appreciating your work.