When I was younger all I wanted to do was be an amazing person…
I wanted to be in the military, or become a lawyer,or an Olympic swimmer. As I got older something inside of me changed, I started losing myself. I lost people I loved and cared about. I was hurt by the mean kids in school. I was hurt by the people I wanted to love me that I loved so much, by the people that I wanted to make proud but no matter what I did I was just never good enough for. I realized that even if I did join the military, become a lawyer, or even become an Olympic swimmer…That one person I wanted to be proud of me and love me…Still wouldn’t. So I gave up. I stopped wanting to make that person proud because I knew that I never would, I knew that there would always be one more thing that I should’ve done to make that person happy. He was my best friend when I was a kid…He is my father…My parents aren’t divorced, I don’t come from a divided family, but I do come from a broken family.