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. It was a fire for every experience and an obsession with freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.