Here’s to the people who talk others out of suicide but can’t do the same for themselves. Here’s to the people who constantly tell people they are beautiful, and wonderful just because they don’t want others to feel the way they do. Here’s to the ones who don’t get told this enough, I love you.
"My family made me come. But I hate it. I can’t get a job because I have a lot of accent. I was an assistant manager at a big jewelry store in the Dominican Republic, now I clean tables. We had a big house there. Now we live in a small apartment. If I was home right now, I’d be in a very nice restaurant, on the beach, laughing with my friends. Not sitting alone on a bench, trying to learn English. There I was a princess. Here I am an immigrant. A servant."