Addict. Drunk. Selfish. Gifted.
Titles define me.
Titles bring people to me. Good, bad, and ugly.
I’ve never thought much about titles. They have always been part of me.
Frigid. Introvert. Loner. Bookworm.
Titles were given to me.
Titles that have staying power.
They have always been there, in the back of my mind, screaming at me–making me miserable.
Titles describe us to the outside world.
I am invisible.
They think they know me.