#1. People who know me know I like fireworks... well I like this kind too.
#2. I am nice. I've always been nice. Well, I quit. I'm tired of being nice, specially to guys who I once liked and now behave shitty just because they know I'm going to be nice anyway. Cabrones. It's time other people start being nice to me. Because then I'll be nice. And I'm very nice.
PS: #1 and #2 have no relation whatsoever. They just happened at the same time.