Russia.

Sometimes I wonder where I would go if I could just run away and escape everything here.

This prison. 

I came to a conclusion today while having a panic attack. 

Russia.

I would get a one way ticket to russia and I wouldn't look back.

Some say that it's cold and full of drunks with bottles of vodka. 

Well you're a cold drunk full of vodka. 

I think I will take my chances on Russia and their drunks.

I'm sick of mine. 

I won't completely forget about you though.

I'll send a postcard.

But if I were you I wouldn't hold my breath.

I did and I ended up in Russia.

Sincerely, 

     You're good for nothing kid.

*I found my Paris in Russia.*