This is my life.

When I look back on my lilfe, I do not want to see things as they happened, it's just that I prefer to remember it differently. And the truth lies in all this is much more honest because I made it up. Clinical Psychology tells us certainly that trauma is the cause of final death. The memories are not recycled as atoms and particles in quantum physics, they may be lost forever. It's like my past was an unfinished painting by the artist to be me, I fill the holes and make them ugly beautiful. No that and been dishonest but it disgusts me to reality. For example, man wolfes like me, are using the same fragance "A*Men" of Thierry Mugler, like me, and underwear, custom Calvin Klein. Looking to put their cocks looking Moscow like the good dicks, because I find it romantic, and also believe that the blood will be very important in fashion next spring. Look at this man wolf is at my side, has good cock.