My real name is Mica, spelled with a C. My dad is called Michael. He wanted me to be called Michael but my mother said over her dead body. She wasn't into the whole junior thing.
MikaI kinda flirt with everything and everyone, no matter if it's a tree or a coffee cup. I can't resist.
MikaThe one thing about me is that I donโt even know where Iโll end up, and I donโt know what Iโll be doing but I know that Iโll never really stop.
MikaLife without hope, the slavery of mankind-a bondage so hopeless that slaves will no longer know they are slaves. Wealth without happiness, abundance without the power to enjoy it. The death of the spirit.
Mika