I Feel Like I'm Wasting Time If

The Only Sensible Way To Live In This World Is Without Rules.

From 18 To 22, I Was Alone, Living In L.a. With A Bunch Of Friends, Partying.

I'm Kind Of Addicted To Moving.

It's Kind Of A Rule Of Thumb For Me To Self-doubt Going Into Any Kind Of Project. I Always Think That I Shouldn't Be Doing It And I Don't Know How To Do It And I'm Going To Fail And That I Fooled Them. I Always Try To Find A Way Out.

Nobody Panics When Things Go “according To Plan”. Even If The Plan Is Horrifying!