I have this thirst. I want to change my story, and I want people to feel at home when they look at me. I used to think I wanted to find a boy who would whisk me away to a castle on a white horse, and we’d live happily ever after. But when I did find that boy, he tore up my heart, threw it in the air like confetti and puffed out his chest because he thought he was a man for pressing “end” on a phone call. I knew that would be a part of my history, but not my whole story.