She's leaving home, bye, bye.

Do you know what I would like to do, Boddah? I want to run away. But not here, no darling, somewhere huge so I have a nice place to hide. I want to take a bus one day, a bus to anywhere, and then just go and never come back. Just go and never look back so I don't have to look at their horrible faces. Would that be wrong? Go away, find something to do and live your life again. Start it all over again. Is that a crime? Is it a crime wishing to leave everyone and break them and then don't give a fuck about what you've done? It's so easy to go, to package a suitcase and go. To go, to run away.

Escape: to break loose from confinement; get free. 

Freedom: the condition to be free of restraints. 

Isn't water beautiful? It's like the nothing of the nature. Tasteless, colorless, odorless, but clear and pure. Would you enjoy being nothing but clear and pure? Read it with british accent, it makes things more interesting. 

I wonder if we can actually grow a new heart. I mean I think we can do that, or we used to be able to do it because I'm sure people from the old times, with less anxiety and overwhelming questions (even though since the beginning we had the "who am I? Where do I come from? what am I?" thing, today we have those questions and some others that came as answers of smaller questions and now we can't solve, it's an eternal puzzle), they had like super powers because everything was pure and perfect, stronger, more powerful. They could just rip their hearts off when they were broken and then have a new one because they wanted it. They did things because they could do them.

Wouldn't it be fun to start your day listening to "Good morning, good morning"? I'd be like "for fuck's sake, shut up, I want to sleep sweet motherfuckers".