25.4 billion skin cells, 

180.7 billion blood cells, 

plus aproximatively 200 billion 

neurons, out of which more or less 

are active, and a few 10 billions of 

other cells that constitue my bones, 

my organs, and a few other things 

inside me.

I am you. Just a little bit mixed up. 

I am my mother and father's DNA, 

combined in a  crazy mixture, that 

resulted in... me.

I am all these and much more. For I am 

not plain earth, but I am a soul. I am 

alive. I am thinking. I am reading, 

writing, drawing; I am dreaming, 

hoping, falling into desperation, 

into loneliness; I am crying, I am 

laughing. I am all you are and much 

more, although I am just a human being. 

"I was" and "I will be" are not 

relevant. The only think that matters 

is that I am.

I'm a college stundent majoring in 

english-romanian language and 

literature. I'm in love with music, 

drawing, writing. I'm lazy though, 

crazy (at least that's what 

everybody tells me I am after talking 

with me for 10 minutes).

I like to live in my own world. I only have acquitances. 

I failed and I was failed. I loved and 

I wasn't loved. I have fallen and nobody 

caught me, but curiosly I never hit 

the ground.