I need to get out of here.
And I know almost every single American teenager (especially one from somewhere like Idaho, where it's apparantly a surprise that apartment buildings exist ) says that- they're going to go to Europe, or Asia, or whereever, when they get the chance.
But i'm going to do it.
Ever since I've been really thoughtful of myself, i've always thought (or maybe fooled myself into thinking) that i'm not going to be normal. I won't settle for a husband and nice kids and a resonable job.
The very idea sickens me.
I'd rather be that girl, doing handstands or something, trying to raise money to eat, and then partying her earnings away.
Maybe i'll learn Italian and go to Italy and all around Europe, stacking foreign lovers up like poker chips in my hand.
Maybe i'll be the woman scribbling little phrases oncocktail napkins, wearing longwhite satin gloves with feather-boa trim at the ends.
Maybe i'll be a stripper, a whore, a sell-out, a burn-out, a druggie, an ex, a lover, a giver of roses, a taker of mytery.
Maybe not.
But it's fun to dream.
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