Perditionn

WARNING: MENTIONINGS OF DYSPHORIA In French, my name meant "Heavenly." It was supposed to mean something angelic and pure. To me, it meant a constant reminder of a vessel I would forever be trapped in. It was like an eagle trapped inside of a small bird cage, except it was the cage and I was the eagle. It was the name of someone terrified of the world around them. It was the name of someone who didn't even know who they were. It was the name if someone trying to be anything but them self. My name was chosen by my mother. She named me after a frozen pizza she ate while I was still in the womb. It was a fairly ironic name, considering I don'