— a caller arrives in the form of @americanedpsycho.
a rite of passage for all university students: the hours long stint in a pub — BAR, whatever they call it here — regretting every decision that's led to ever having dreams or pursuing something bigger than where they've come from. eloise convinced herself that she would be different. oh, how wrong she was. "YOU KNOW WHAT'S CRAZY?" and maybe she's a bit drunk, needing to vent to someone and the only other person remotely close to her sits just a stool or two away. a stranger, with one glance a reasonably headed eloise wouldn't bother engaging in a conversation with. he'll do. "people make out university abroad to be some dream, ' move to america and you'll find yourself ', and... iss' not true." she doesn't care if he's listening. "and i moved here for an ENGLISH DEGREE. what kinda fuckin' rubbish is that? who the fuck moves across an ocean to read books & analyze text that you could do ANYWHERE?"













