Here lies the person who thought it was possible to be themselves without facing the consequences of anything else. I'll miss everything about how people were accepting and just extraordinary in general. I'll miss my best friends who went with me all the way. I'll miss the new friends with whom we shared happy interests in this place. I'll probably be here when the next new popular song comes. I won't be here when there will be a new president. This is torture and I'm over with this.



 Someone is taking care of this account, and they'll do far better than me. I love all of you, bye.