I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that your mom insults you and will never stop lowering your self esteem. She makes you feel like you’re nothing, and yells at you for things that are out of your control. She wants everything perfect, and you’ll never live to those standards.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that your dad beats you and threatens you. You live in fear, and no place is really safe for you. He’ll always find you, and he always finds a way to make your life more miserable and difficult.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that your family is homophobic, and you’re queer. You’re scared that they’ll find out one day you don’t only love boys, but have a passionate desire for girls too, as you feel like they’re the ones who get you rather then dumb boys.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that your crush doesn’t like you back, and that her friends laugh at u. Camila is kind to u, but she doesn’t know u, and ure out of her clique. U’ll never be able to measure to her friends. She may like somebody else anyway, and you’re irrelevant because you can’t express yourself.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that the Núñez family is much kinder and treats you like part of their family, but they’re not yours. They’d make you happier than your family ever did in about a minute, yet they’re not yours. Some people are born into a life where family is support, love, and a home, while others are born were family is merely blood. You know damn well you were born into the latter.
I’m sorry that because of all these factors you can’t be the silly little teenager you wanted to be ever since you blew out the candles of the cake. You just wanted to be happy and enjoy these glorious years of your life. You wanted just to have that feeling of being happy as your friends called you silly, that feeling of being young and fresh. That feeling you just can’t let go of.
I share your pain deeply, as you’re me Arianna. You are me, and I feel deeply sorry for myself that I can’t be the girl I want to be.
And I can’t even control that.
