If the world's biggest misunderstanding about me is that they mistake my beauty for my soul. The moment when my heart rotted probably started in kindergarten, but it was a trivial and tasteless story. I finally understood the fact after replaying it over and over until I felt like vomiting.
Worship money, worship money.
Dreams lost to money.
My dream is to have money.
I wanted to be rich, but failed because I didn't have money, so I fell in love with a rich man, who was so damn rich.
Intention: Give up the standard life and find freedom