I miss everything, always! I know it sounds soppy, but it’s true. I miss my family and my old friends, I’m a very nostalgic person. I’ve been told this way of thinking prevents the growth and the maturity. Maybe it’s like that, but I don’t care to grow up. It’s hard for me to let go of things, places and people. But I feel I’ve missed nothing, I always try to live life to the fullest. It’s great to fuck up and work hard, but also spend whole days motionless, just zoning out, being shiftless. And yet as I go forward I always try to recapture the past.