Johnny Depp. (№ 353512)

The first thirty-five years of my life, I was confused: I didn't know what I want and who I am. I was lonely and he drove himself to the grave: I drank, I ate stuff, slept little, smoked like a chimney. When the family tried to stop me, I didn't understand, thought it all nonsense. But their words were entrenched in my head. If I continued in the same spirit, just legs stretched out.