After an attempt to go blonde and failing, after all the crying when I looked in the mirror and the run at 2 a.m to find hair color so that I can go back to my natural color, I managed somehow to catch the plane. It wasn’t easy, I was very close to go back to sleep and screw all this. But here I am, with a large coffee in my hand and my cigarette in the other waiting in the aeroport. I am finally going to England. I waited for so long and now that it is happening I am not as excited as I thought I’ll be. Maybe I am still shocked for the orange I had on my hair last night. Am I the only one that gets an adrenaline rush when it comes to fly away? I just can’t stand still. I actually wanted to read but here I am shaking. I’m escaping!