There are no mistakes. The events we bring upon ourselves, no matter how unpleasant, are necessary in order to learn what we need to learn; whatever steps we take, they're necessary to reach the places we've chosen to go.
Nothing seems to matter but ourselves. That's not how I was brought up. I don't recognize the country I live in anymore.
I write about wounds, the eternal treasons of life. It's not very funny, but it's sincere. My commitment is to sincerity.