"Green eyes, I'd run away w/ you...Green eyes, cause I'm a fool. I try running away."
I wholeheartedly admire those who can define what makes them happy and pursue it until it's theirs. I'm no good at this game and it started to drain me on daily basis...shame on me, but is it wrong that all I want is to run away with a suitcase of organza gowns, sheer chiffon blouses, and a bottle of Miss Dior Cherie? :/
A private island would be too much to ask for obviously...but an escape is neccessary. I don't want this anymore, I'm sure of it. Pray for me.
xoxo, N