Weirdo

"She's so weird."

A whisper that follows you down the hallways. A label that sticks to your skin like cheap glitter.

Every choice has an echo. One small, desperate moment led to another, creating a ripple effect that crashed straight from my teenage years into my present life.

Somewhere between puberty and womanhood, I lost the map to who I was. Desperate to be loved, I turned to a blueprint destined for self-destruction, letting a single cruel rumor become a reputation... and quickly, a priso...