My Life Is Average. Yes it is.
Sometimes I feel the urge to run away – far, far away. More precisely accross the atlantic – something like New York or L.A. Far, far away.
Where seniors go to prom. Where students make attempts to find the Chamber of Secrets. Where weird people goes shopping all night. Where you get the bible for free because « I guess you can’t put a price on eternal salvation ».
Where the grass looks greener, just for a few months.
