And sometimes I ask myself: "What the f*ck am I doing here?" That feeling of being the first person to arrive at a party, and the last to leave, at the same time with the strange feeling of never having been to a party at all. That must be why I'm still here! Reliving this strange reality over and over again... I don't know, life is strange, I'm kind of strange, I confess. An exhaustingly chaotic, uncertain existence. In the midst of all this, I believe I'm a fetishist, damn it! Who isn't a fetishist? Everyone is a fetishist, those who think they aren't, have a fetish for being "normal". Maybe you think I'm random, that's because you still don't understand how my skin changes. Maybe you never will.
- Ireland Nationality
- Tingulingus Location
- 99 years Age
- Inglês / Português Language
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