I don’t live my life in black and white. And I do not want your fucked up, frigid ideas about anything. You know, I’m so sick of running away from who I am. There’s nothing wrong with success or pleasure, in fact, why am I apologizing for it? Mum, I have fucked everything that moves. And I’ve taken every drug known to man, all of them. Do you know what? I enjoyed every last minute of it.






















