On the Verge of Shore Happiness.

I'm pretty sure the genesis of my life's adventures won't happen until I flee from this shitty state of Florida. It's hell, and there's nothing genuine about it. There is nothing here for me. I need to port my Sailboat arse in Jersey.

My whole life is there:
♪ Cosmo School;
♪ Acting School;
♫ Two Different Top of the Line Dance Academies (Broadway, + King Centre);
♫♪ Music Schools Out The Arse (For Any Genre);
...the list goes on.

(...not to mention all those badass liberal hippies to party with! Yess!)


Soo many possibilities for me. I know I'll make it. Funny how I take discouragement as reverse psychology and it makes me twice as determined. It's as if the ones who don't give me encouragement want me to succeed and prove them wrong. Well guess what, I will.
There is so much I want to do with my life that I'm confused. One minute I want to own an upscale salon with a mini-cafe; Next minute I want to be a diplomat; However, to be honest, I really want to live in each country for a few months at a time. I want to see the whole world in every angle, view, perspective possible before I die. Life is way to short to waste sitting here accomplishing absolutely nothing. I feel like I'm trapped in a cage. I've been so irritable. Can someone please get me the key to this padlock and set me free from this prison cell of a state? That would be super duper awesome. I will love you forever.
Doumo! Grassy ass! Salamat! Shei shi! Thankies!

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