I… think I’m going to move to Paris in September. I don’t really want that, I hate this city so much, and I really love my flat, I have so many ideas to make it the best and everything, and in Paris I won’t be able to afford anything, but… There’s no taxidermist near where I live so I’ll take the big step I suppose. And at least, as much as I hate Paris, this is where I have hope about someone. If I need to change my life, I better change everything right now and stop being such a coward about him. I guess. I don’t want to go. I don’t know what to do :/