i don't know much about love. but love is love, isn't it? it doesn't matter what kind of love it is. if you love, then that's love. but i'm just JANE, so i don't know much.
Who Am I?
i’ve been pondering a lot regarding the answer to that question lately. it's been a very long time since i last stepped out from reality and reflected who i really am. i’ve always faced the mirror but never did i have the chance to see myself deeply through it. i am a human being, of course - a person who’s so full of vitality, but there’s more to that.
behind the black eyeliner, black hair, black shirts, black-polished nails, dark-red lips, black mascara, tough bearing, and noisy flip-flop footsteps, there’s this girl waiting to be unveiled by a person who can open her heart, with a key that leads to her long awaited fate.