not anymore. i stop going to clubs

I wish i could share something but i cant pick any of the thoughts flying inside my head. They’re going way to fast. And its not even 7am.
I am at the airport. Boarding to london, bored as fuck, sharing my seconds in between writing this crap and looking to the very ugly sort of hug-boots-or-maybe-flipflops shoes
the japanese girl sitting in front of me is courageously wearing.
Now, slightly distracted, I start thinking on how nice would be if my facebook friends posted more about their lifes instead of making hater statements for once at least but then i realise that i just missed the point by complaining about it and making a bad written statement, understating my facebook friends as they’re just a bunch of white girls full of white girl problems, then i sort of feel my belly swelled and i feel fat and im the bored white girl living her white girl problem and i cant even remember what i was trying to say. maybe i just wanna say sorry, to the world, for eating meat, for whining and being capricious and selfish .Or Maybe i am trying to sell you guys a tshirt or a poster from my indiegogo pledge.
I was gonna keep on going for hours but my flight is boarding and my batery is at 3 percent.
So, if you cared enough to read just until here, take a look at our Utopia project and if you feel like paying me a drink, (after all this babbling im thirsty as fuck), don’t. Help me to get closer to my dreams. Love
Marina Evelyn Vello Ribatski Hautemulle

https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/utopia-by-marina-gasolina-x-fernando-nogari