After we broke up, I was in the winter of my life

and the men I met along the road were my only summer. 

At night I fell asleep with visions of myself with them. 

They were the only things that sustained me, and my only 'imaginary happy times'.

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing to desire anymore.

Except to find a home wherever i lay my head.

Live fast. Die Young. Be Wild. And Have Fun.

I was a slutty sinner,  who had dreams, 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. 

I couldn't even talk about it.

When the people  found out what I had been doing, how I had been living, they asked me why. 

I  couldn't even explain it.

I still can't.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find true happiness

and finally I did.