I've been thinking of this question lately. Why am I me? Sometimes, I figure myself sort of like the "deep blue ocean". You might know me for years, but yet, u might not know the true me. I am too good at hiding. Perhaps, i rephrase it as "privacy". We might talk over the phone for hours, for thousand of times, yet, u might not figure out whats the real me. I am too good at hiding.

Flatmate found out something yesterday.. she can smell it