I was still a little wild. Still a heathen at heart. Wilder than I should probably be and slowly relearning who I was. I might not be Tasmin and might be growing out of Pimlico, but I still didn’t know who I wanted to be. I had opinions. I wanted to voice them. I had dreams. I wanted to live them. I had desires. I wanted to enjoy them. I had fears. I wanted to slay them.
