The World According to Grace

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... 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 it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. 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.