Once upon a time there was a girl who dug for Dino bones in her front lawn and had short wavy curls. She feared teenagers and drowning in the deep end of the pool. She didn't know what she wanted to be when she grew up, but she knew that she wanted to that she wanted to change the world. Once upon a time that same little girl grew a rump and breasts. Nineteen years old, in and out of of psych wards for failed suicide attempts, because she says she’s depressed. She never did change the world, but it definitely changed her perspective. Once upon a time she believed she was damaged. This is not her end.