i'm in an angry mood.
i fight every day to stay alive internally
my mother thousands of miles away from my heart still causes pain
all she's doing is drinking herself to death.
my father see's right through me
and my brother's pain is slowly killing me.
nobody see's the things i see.
nobody pays attention to my short breaths
i can only think of one thing that would make me happy at this moment.
and thats you.
i guess i'm writing this because i need a scholarship.
i wiish i would have seen it earlier.
but my dreams could be crushed because
i don't have the money to fufill them.
fashion design.
New York City.
thats the only way i'll be happy.
thats what i'm good at.
and to know that b/c my father makes tyo much money to get grants
but not enough to pay for my dream
my grades are to high to get "average" grade scholarships
but to low to get full rides.
My mother can't help me.
she's in jail.
so what do i do?
let the government tell me b/c i don't have moeny i can't have a dream. Fuck that. i'm good. i'm really good. no way in hell. but it made me angry. i deserve a better life. and if i have to crawl to get it. i'll be crawling on all fours. and if i have to pay loans until i'm 90 i'm going to be the best damn designer in the fashion industry of my generation.
remember my name.
you'll be wearing it later.
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