Hay que madurar, ¿No?. Fuck your ideals, fuck the life you like, fuck everything you ever dream of, fuck your guitar playing shit (you play like a bunch of butts, so don´t worry, nobody´s going to miss that damm part), fuck your drawing stuff, fuck that clothes you like wearing. Your turning into a man, so dammit, fuck the fucking things you goddamm belive in, they´re not worth. No one thinks they are, why would you?