cNutgroist

oh i'm a poor girl sitting here in tears at gare du nord. i let a frenchman trick me into following him to france when all i wanted was acceptance. i've been humiliated and i'm not going to recover easily. this would be so romantic if it was someone else, maybe in a song. that's it. i'll write a song about it, trudging throught the streets of paris, that exotic city of love and mystery. and i can make myself the real heroine of the story and Jacques can be the fucking bastard he is. i'll be the wise, decisive one and he can be the poor little puppy begging for attention.
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