"I’m totally optimistic. Totally pessimistic.
I love myself. I can’t stand myself.
I’m intelligent. I’m so dumb it scares me.
I’m strong. I’m weakling.
I’m so bored I’m depressed. I’m so depressed I’m bored.
I’m filled with potencial and I have hostile frustation.
My own fluctuations embarrass me. But whatever I am I was borned to two sixteen-year-old degenerates and I’m totally flawed. This are my conflits. This is my window. This is my head."