Love Simon Contest

Dear World

Dear World, 

I'm just like you and I deserve love. John Mason once said, "We were all born original. Don't die a copy." Don't we all want to be popular?  To make new friends that we can share secrets to, and laugh with? Why do we pick on someone that wants the same thing we do? I don't understand how we can be so cruel to other people. We should be able to speak up for ourselves. We have each other to become greater, to become better. It makes no sense when we all want the same thing. 

I wanted someone to realize that I wasn't fine so they could hug me really tight to glue the broken pieces of my heart together, as I sob my tears to the ground. There's no point in fighting if everyone is going to hurt you, right? What's the point in living if you can't thrive for a longer time?

My name is Emily, and at one point everyone wants to give up, whether it's homework or learning something new. Mine is life. My dad hurt me more than once. Actually, he was never really my father. At a young age, I learned that everyone hurts you. When I was five, my parents got a divorce. That was 8 years ago. Why? He was with some other girl when he was with my mom. Slowly my heart was breaking. I never trusted my biological father, and I always would start crying whenever I see kids with their fathers having so much fun, playing tag or even doing the simplest things, wishing that I could do that too. As I grew older my dad always tried to shower me with presents, thinking that could stop me from breaking, to want to keep going to his house. It wasn't, I hate him, I wanted to choke him to death, trying to understand the feeling of being trapped. 

Feeling depressed is like you're drowning underwater people can see you, they know you're there but they don't do anything. Why couldn't I just have fallen into my music? It would make everything for me better. 

There was this girl, always wanted a father. A person who cared for her, the one who would bring her to secret ice cream meets when her mother didn't know, gets over-protective when he meets her boyfriend for the very first time, and go to all her performances and meet her friends from being a chaperone for her little field trips. That girl was me, I never got any of these things, my father would never meet any of my friends, my boyfriend, or even having ice cream when my mom didn't know because I never will get that feeling. I'm sorry but I never will because he will never become my father, Maybe by blood but never someone that I consider my father, someone I look up to. I never will because he is a cheating dirtbag. I'm sorry.

                                                                  Love,

                                                        EmilyClemente4