Sometimes I ask myself: "What the f*ck am I doing here?" It's that feeling of being the first to arrive at a party and the last to leave, at the same time with a strange impression of never having been to one. Maybe that's 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. And, in the middle of all this, I think I'm a fetishist, damn it! Who isn't a fetishist? Everyone is. Those who think they aren't, have a fetish for being "normal". Maybe you think I'm random, and that's because you still don't understand how my skin changes. Maybe you never will.
- Ireland Nationality
- Tingulingus Location
- 100 years Age
- Inglês / Espanhol / Português Language
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