my name is...
as Shekspeare wrote - either rose or not.. it still has a smell of a rose.
so what about me?
you can call me Daria or Dasha, you can call me slut or a loyal wife... but still i am the one who i consider myself to be. is that fair to rest of the people around me, who intercats with me?

nobody lives with me whole 24 hours, every minute and second around me, aware of every my action, aware of everything that i say or even think.. Nobody.
so, might be nobody can tell me who am i.
only me aware of myself, all my actions and all my thoughts. only me. and that's mean that's only me can judge myself. can say anything about myself.
what the hell people are trying to understand and explain me. fuck all their tryings... that just stupidly useless.
Me... myself and I - all that is around me.

only i know all the aspects of my life and only i know why i am sad or happy...do try to be a God....
never read that close book of me.