My life was far from perfect. I had been raped and tried to commit suicide many times. There was NO ONE, except my best friend Giovanna that could cheer me up. I had previously lived with my dad, where he physically abused me. I played sports to try and get away from it all. I was always trying to hide my feelings with a fake smile. Everyday someone would ask, "are you okay?" I would always reply the same, "Yes."
No one ever caught on. Ever. I would cry myself to sleep most nights. Id lock myself in my room and cry. I'd cry for hours on end. I wouldn't cry about one thing, but about everything. I was a mess. My dad didn't realize it, because he was to busy hitting me. I had gotten used to it so much, that most of the time I just gave up. I tried to kill myself many times while I lived with him.
Vacation came so that meant going to see my mom. I told her everything. EVERYTHING! I hyperventilated when I told her. I couldn't keep my feelings down. I have to live with that! I have to live with what had happened to me. I always told myself no one would ever love me because of it. I always told myself I was never good enough for anyone. I always believed myself because that was always the case, until I saw him.
