My 16 are a fucking sweet shit. I don't like where I live, people, my life, myself. Sometimes I'm happy, only sometimes. I'm fucking full of crap, but...keep calm and carry on, don't?
I love hugs, hamburguers, indie, summer...when I'm fine, animals, Red Bull, hookah, incense, candles, free minds...
So...I don't know, that's all love.