It's [F1] your life. You're focused on just one thing and there's no room for anything else. Friends don't necessarily understand, because the way you think about life develops completely differently to how it does for normal people.

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.

I kinda flirt with everything and everyone, no matter if it's a tree or a coffee cup. I can't resist.

The one thing about me is that I don’t even know where I’ll end up, and I don’t know what I’ll be doing but I know that I’ll never really stop.

Life 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.

So foolish is the heart of man that he ever puts his hope in the future, learning nothing from his past errors and fancying that tomorrow must be better than today.

It's [F1] your life. You're focused on just one thing and there's no room for anything else. Friends don't necessarily understand, because the way you think about life develops completely differently to how it does for normal people.