Won looser

Begginning of Something

Some stories don't start with fairy tales.
Mine started in junior KG—young, confused, and exposed to a world I didn't quite understand yet.
There was this girl. Even back then, she stood out. The kind of person who could capture everyone's attention.
I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't even know why I was doing it.
All I knew was that curiosity often burned brighter than fear.

As I moved through the grades, things started to change.
In 1st grade, there was a girl sitting next to me. One day, I noticed something different about her. It felt strange, but I didn't fully understand it at the time.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I started to pay more attention to the things around me.

By 2nd grade, I started discovering things about the world that I never even knew existed.
It wasn't about feelings back then—it was more about figuring things out, trying to understand things that seemed so distant yet close.

Then there was the time with a neighbor. It wasn't something I had thought through—it just happened.
As time went on, I started to realize that maybe these experiences weren't normal. That what I had done wasn't something I should have done.
But back then, I just told myself that everyone was figuring things out in their own way.

By the time I hit 8th grade, I was different.
The things that once seemed exciting started to feel empty.
I didn't feel proud. I didn't feel happy.
It felt like something was missing.

Now, looking back, I realize I don't want that version of myself anymore.
I want to find peace, understanding, and a deeper connection with someone who sees me for who I am—not just the surface level.