Dear readers, have you ever noticed how people look in the mirror, and change in the face - they don't like how they look, they hate how their hair sux, how the lips are dry, and skin is irritated, then we take make up kits, metrofication projects and change all those mistakes. change our faces, morals, we start wearing masks, that hide our reality of an inconfident nerds in the glamour of popularity and dream, someone we are jealous of and someone we want to be like... But why can't you be the way you are, and be glamour at the same time, why do you need to produce fake smiles when you're in the glamour stage, why do you need to suddenly become a pick up artist, when in reality you're nothing more then nothing. why do you need to pretend that you have money when you really don't? what are you guys trying to proof? why do you say that you want a jerk, when you need a prince on a shining horse in the shining armor. Or how a bloke pretends to be nice just to get in the pants of an innocent girl. How this girl creates an image of a slut from herself... and how she suffers in her imaginary world. We fly after the stars, often without knowing where we will end up. we care about the end more then about the result, when it should be other way around...
Confession: I'm a bloke, I'm a devil, I'm not the prince some people may see in me. And i'm far from innocent. I do hurt people, but some people actually understand why i do it... do you?
some people write stories from my words, some people start their life, and i take a lot out of it... i take souls, lives - credits... to do something worthy in this life. I'm selfish, i care about myself the most, but it may change, may not... and i admit to it. because this is what makes me beautiful, the fact that i'm real.
KO aka TY aka Chuck