Dear Melbourne,
The time has come to leave you. I am deeply sorry for this, because you are a cool guy. And filled with matching cool guys.
BUT the time has most certainly come.
I am absolutely eternally gratefully for the fantastic, wonderful, awesome and completely fucked up individuals I’ve met here, and for the corresponding times I’ve had with them.This place, and these (fucking awesome) guys have changed my life in so many amazing and unbelieveable ways.
I would be 27 percent of the person I am today if it wasn’t for them and here, and what they’ve shown and given to me. Through the wonderpurbly good, and the heart wrentchily bad. I’ve, quite literally, learnt my (many) lesson(s)
The wonder, the hurt, the awesomness, the confusion, the ripping, the smiling, the tears, the giggles, the complete and utterwastedness and (most imporantly) the Fitzbreakfasts have moulded me into an (arguably…) fucking cool guy.
I’m 22 and I’m ready to take London and the Arab speaking world by storm.
Love to the cool guys, the mediocre guys and the fuckheads,
Hannah-Cool-Guy-Face-WonderfuckingPurb-Chica-Norvell-Read
p.s I can dance if I want to…
