I am a human being of an impossible self-centered, self-centered, type-bound person, alienated from the family. My brain is uncomfortable, but the man is slow-bogged. I love to talk but write writing and burn people's mood. Like to travel alone alone, like to return alone alone. But it seems good to think about the best. There is no helplessness in itself but there is no simplicity. Dislike people's deception, ingratitude and selfishness. Green of nature and the firmness of the mountains pulled me impossible. My dear man my dad ... (Sorry to say that in a few words it is not possible to express yourself)