jackthegirl

gottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagogottagetawaygottamovegottagolondon? maybe london. toronto. l.a. would be ideal, fuck me, but there's no way i can live there - don't drive, would suffocate. jesus fucking christ. maybe brighton. yeah! gotta go to brighton. google on how to go to brighton. fuckfuckfuck. no, no, can't go to brighton, father would be stern, mom would have a nervous breakdown, friends would be pissed, brother would join a cult, boyfriend would join the army fuckfuckfuck. have to go! go to bars. yes, bars. once i get my hair extensions no! no no no! no no, fuck, hair extensions taking too long, THEY ARE TAKING TOO FUCKING LONG, i want to go to bars now and i want to join a burlesque troupe, YES, yes a burlesque troupe, no no, fuck, no, boyfriend. oh yeah, boyfriend. oh dude, oh man, oh dude, once i am free and once i am done this world will know my velocity.