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Caty  and C. are me, one and the same person. But there is a big BUT. While  C. is  what you  get  to see when you meet me, Caty is a secret part, hidden  which  just  few get  to  meet...
Let me tell  you a little  bit about my life... I am 19, just  entered university. I am a small town girl just getting acquainted with the  big city. I  am still tired by the  noise and crazy rhythm of the city.  I  am nerdiest nerd I have ever met until  now. I  spend my free time in the library just  reading about Communication. Yes I know it  sounds like a cliche, but yes I am  into communications like  half of the  female  population living on Earth.
This  is  where the common ends cause I am what you  call a web girl... yes it is the true men pay to see me.
I am sure  you are  wondering  why  does  she  do  that?! Well I  do  for the easy  money that I  can gain. And I  enjoy talking with men, I  find them a special  genre so different  from  woman.
I shall start with the beginning.  My  1st University year, I just landed in a new big world. I have a rather boring schedule, I wake-up,  go to  classes and every brake I get I visit the library, I have favorite spots  where I  can read,  the  lighting is natural and I enjoy the plants on my table.  I have great grades, I love my major and do not miss a class.  But the  web chat started in need for money to  be able to support myself over the  summer, when my 1st University Year had ended... It was like a dream that you live in but  feel same time that is unreal...


 
Catyworld
Caty world mystery
It is a simple day just like any other. I did  not  have an  Epiphany that encouraged my  writing needs. Just  woke up to the need of  having a great  coffee not a  great  writing urge. 
So after making the coffee and while sipping  it  enjoying the vanilla sweet flavor I thought I could start the  blog. Is has been a while since I am thinking of sharing the dark hidden parts of my life. But people near me are not ready to see the real me. might be  my fault, I have a certain image so me, but same time so different  from whom I can be.
Lady like outside the  box and dark  mysterious angel inside the  box.
Caty's shall  be me the dark side. I can assure you  is very hidden, tragic and so different from C.
I am writing memoir blog cause Caty is locked now in a box and only C. is out to be seen.
Next post I shall  introduce you Caty...