Oh if my voice could reach back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear, Oh darling I wish you were here.

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

Let me go

Get me out of this country
i want to be a free-lance writer
my dream is to be the girl to who lives in the tent in the middle of nowhere surrounded by the people i love, i couldn't care less about money, as soon as i've finished all my studies i'm gone.
It's not a rush decision its a fact.
Canada or Australasia not sure which yet, but i'm going, living a life out of this quiet suburb with nothing quite wrong or right about it. It's to perfect for me. I need change.
I crave moment and instability ♥

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