Fair is foul and foul is fair

I'm tired of this.
Through reading all the different descriptions of me in several social networks, I've come to realize that I tried to make my pain known, as if that was the first thing I want everyone to know about me. Like I wanted everyone to know the worst of me, of my life, of what I am and what I've been. Like I wanted everyone to feel pity towards me or recognition with my darkest hours.
Let's face it the other way round.

This is Eva, Lilith, Nicole, Nina, Victoria, Puta, Puto, Lee, Elisa, even Morgana some times.
I love people who love me. I'm in love with the perfect girl, so perfect that she even loves me back. I miss home when I'm away. I'm just like everybody else, except no one's me.

I'm New Year's Eve.