To some, I might appear detached, wrapped in an aura that whispers both strength and solitude. In most cases, casual observer might see me as an enigma, seemingly untouchable and perhaps even intimidating, especially when I wear that blank expression – eyes carrying a depth of emotions, yet outwardly void of any discernible affection. But beyond the surface lies a heart that beats with passion, a mind that dreams vividly, and a soul that craves genuine connections. I am the product of both laughter and tears, shaped by the echoes of triumphs and the tormenting shadows of challenges. At the back of my mind, I wanted people to see that beneath the armor of strength and the confident stride, there exists a girl with a heart that yearns for a place to belong, a haven where vulnerability is met with understanding, and a soul that longs to be cared for because in the midst of the seemingly unyielding persona, there's a woman who craves connection on a level that transcends the surface. I am not just the sum of my accomplishments or the projection of my unwavering exterior. Even though I won't admit it, or even if I always have the tendency to push people away everytime things will go down the drain, I know that deep inside my heart, there's a desire to be seen, not just for the strength I exude but for the intricacies that shape me – the nuances, the vulnerabilities, and the unspoken chapters of my story.

I wanted people to see that I am more than just the unaffectionate and the cold person that they see. I wanted everyone to understand that I have to be like this because life has been too rough with me, and acting cold and detach most of the times is the only way I know how to survive and how to protect myself from this harsh reality. I am not up for any competitions nor having the desire to be on top among others. That's not the person that I am nor the person that I would want to become, and I hope people will see me through that. With all honesty, it is in those moments when my eyes light up with joy or well up with tears that you catch a glimpse of the raw authenticity of who I really am as a person, a friend, a sister and a daughter.

Nevertheless, one fun fact about me is that, whenever I don't like something or I don't like someone or the way they behave, you can really see the vivid emotion that I feel towards them or towards the situation. I can hide my pains, the sufferings that I keep all to myself, but I can never hide the disgust, the distrust and the angry expression, I can't brushed it off my face.

Thus, in the grand mosaic of my existence, I am a masterpiece. As I navigate the intricacies of my being, I hope the world comes to witness the kaleidoscope of my true self — a person whose every brushstroke tells a story of strength, dreams, and the pursuit of authentic connection. Beyond the veils of detachment, there lies a heart that beats with passion, a mind that envisions vividly, and a soul that craves the warmth of genuine understanding. In the symphony of my emotions, I hope others find the melody that resonates with the raw authenticity of my essence, recognizing not just the unyielding exterior but the intricate dance of vulnerabilities beneath. For in embracing the depths of my humanity, I unveil the masterpiece of self-discovery, a canvas painted with the hues of triumphs, challenges, and my unwavering desire to be seen as the captivating soul that I am. Hence, this is my truth, and I embrace it with pride, grateful for the journey that has shaped me into the person that I am today.