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.