Inside my Tumbld M!nd

I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due northing, 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 women: who 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 it, and pushed me to a manic 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 country America used to be; I believe in the person I want to become; I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever: I believe in the kindness of strangers, and when I’m at war with myself, I ride. I just ride. Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.