Sometimes, I think about the future. Most of the time, I think about the future. I think about how I would want to go somewhere foreign for uni. I think about how I'd love to live in Canada. I'd love to marry a black man and have a half black daughter with blonde hair. I wouldn't talk to my family for eight years and then I'd call my mum and just be like, "I'm sorry." Then we'd come back over here, my daughter would make a run for it and my husband would run after her. I wouldn't really give a damn and regret that I didn't talk to my mum for eight years.
I would love to move to Canada, and have absolutely nothing. There is nothing more fulfilling than taking pride in something that you've built. My first night there would consist of wandering around Vancouver trying to find a quiet pub, and then end up in a fucking gay bar, talking to some gay bartender. I'd end up getting pissed and ranting about everything to him. He'd be nice and understanding. He wouldn't give a shit about the fact I'm a morbidly obese 20+ year old.
I don't know why my future lies in Canada. It just feels like the right way to go now. My aunt has ended up in Australia, so why can't I end up in Canada?
My head's in the clouds tonight. I like it though. I like getting high on fantasies of my future. I'd rather think about the future than the now. The now is too changeable, while the future's too far ahead to change too much.
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