what are you telling yourself

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... And one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. 

if you don't have a plan, you become part of somebody else's plan

No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.

 And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying, because I was born to be the other woman. 

I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone,

who had nothing, who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.