"My life is dazzling and full to the brim of sharp edges, strobe lights and nights I can’t remember in the morning. Its lights that glance from passing cars, its days passed drinking in gardens or in bikinis with card’s and loud music. It’s the red glow of the last cigarette I swore I’d had yesterday, and the day before that. My life is chaotic and fractured, its everything we said we’d never be. It’s everything we swore against."