Here’s the deal- 

I have a don’t fuck with me face when it comes to creepy men when I travel

And then a OMG excitement and happiness face. 

Sometimes I feel like I can’t show my happiness because creepy men seem to feed off of happiness. 

But now I don’t care. 

I will eat food like a savage women, I’ll laugh and be loud, I’ll cry in public. 

Because I don’t want to be a robot.