Laced Steel

I traded my plaid skirt for a navy blazer, my religion for a red Solo cup, and finally my Bible for a bong, just to fit in.



He helped me jeté from outcast to the "it girl."



In becoming this new, improved version of myself, my truths became laced with lies.



I thought he was my savior, but it turns out that he was really the devil in designer.



Contains mature themes.