I am Kyrie.

I'm a transsexual woman from Bucharest, Romania. I've been through ups and downs. I've hurt and been hurt.

I'm particularly bad at expressing myself directly, especially my emotions, and I barely have the capacity to empathize with others. This does not mean I'm emotionless and cold. Sympathy does not require empathy, the same way great designs sometimes break their own rules.

I have a warped perception of time. I live in cycles. For example, someone might segment their life in days and they do different things that usually don't continue into the next day. For me, everything is cyclical thanks to this inability to tell time apart, so days bleed into weeks, into months, into years. As a result, my memories are not categorized by date, but rather by cycle and theme.

I believe there is no objectivity left in the world. Your truth can be my falsehood, and vice versa.

I'm bold, hotheaded, sanguine, experimental, talkative, confident, curious, passionate, mysterious, disciplined, assertive, warm, loyal, persistent, a model for others, fiery, and motivated by failure.

I'm also a total wallflower, cold, agoraphobic, experimental, disorganized, melancholic, insecure, impulsive, obviously mentally ill, repressed, prone to burnout, a bad example, and the first to desert.

These are not contradictory statements - rather, they support each other.

Finally, the name stands for "Lord, have mercy".

That, or it just means rent. In Romanian.