This monologue is all I can say about me:                                                                                                                                                           ❝I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet - but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again - sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living - they asked me why. But there's no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. 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 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.

Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people - and finally I did - on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore - except to make our lives into a work of art.

Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun!

I believe in the person I want to become.

Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you're free to experience them?

I Have. I am Fucking Crazy. 

But I Am Free.❞