DEAR ME, NATALIE BETANCES
Dear me, I am sorry.
I allowed you to wallow in pain but cover it up with a joke.” 8
I’m sorry that you have been away from home for so long that you started to make homes out of others and labeled yourself a lost girl. I’m sorry that you ran away from your own problems thinking that if you could make others love you, you could maybe learn to love yourself through their reflections because if they could learn to tolerate you and love the very things you hate so much, then maybe, just maybe you could learn too. That you ever hesitated when someone asks you “what you love about yourself,” but could say what you love about others without a thought. I’m sorry for trying to fix others wounds while letting you bleed, giving them the decorations you adorned your home with leaving you deserted.
