You most likely suck.
My sense of humor is morbid and it will offend you.
My friends are the closest thing to family I've ever had.
One day, I will die in New Zealand under a starlit sky with a bottle of red wine in my hand.
Humans are egotistical specs of dust living in a world they know nothing about.
Despite all of the sucking that goes on in this world, I'm probably still in a better mood than most.
I believe in the infinite possibilities of an ever growing cosmos, and the probability that there is something beyond my comprehension existing in this universe that doesn't give a single fuck about your beliefs or whether or not you're gay.
Good luck to you, stranger.