"To sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested..."
I like driving. I actually prefer being driven but this is not important now. For me, driving means being able to escape. I don't count how many times feeling anxious I picked up my high heels, lipstick and keys, shot the door, put some loud music and drove somewhere. Just for fun or, mostly, to run away.
This summer I've been in France and it was the best summer of my life. It wasn't planed, but I've already found out that spontaneous trips are simply the best. I ran away because I was sick and tired of my life in that time. Too many argues, too many lies, too many people who wanted to change me. I couldn't drive on that way anymore.
On my last day in Paris I went to Jardin des Tuileries, the sun was shining and everything was perfect and I had a big cry. I didn't want to go back. I was afraid everything is going to be the same.
What I didn't expect is that I changed so much. So now they call me an egoist.
I don't care. I'm starting to live MY LIFE.
(My first project at university)