I spend

the time I give to me, spending my time on being as happy as possible. Then I take a walk to mona lisa, admire that fucking face and move on, to my higher levels. There Hwhores Cried and t-bagged each other. I was frightened, scared of seeing beautiful people breaking norms. L8er I felt a bit pathetic 4 feeling bad. So, I became that whore and T-bagged the shit out of all the whores(with out crying)!. Never will I let norms decide over the feelings I am feeling, and now that mona is sawn, my life continues. On and on and on.