In all seriousness, I suppose I may seem silly a lot of the time, but it's usually a front for pain. My life is pain. That's it. It's been mostly poverty, rape, violence, poverty, drugs, the suicide attempt, depression, anxiety, alienation from family, friends dying, my mom dying, loneliness and awkwardness in general, ugliness, my love-hate relationship to my community writ large, certain physical struggles I don't like detailing, poverty...nothing but fun. I want there to be a meaning to life so I have a reason to go on living. I look for some kind of meaning in most everything, accordingly.
Okay, the pity party is over now. You asked though. Also, I like roller skating. As a grown adult.