什么是家?一个屋顶? 床?必须接纳你的地方?如果那样的话,15岁我开始无家可归。I was 15 when I went out in the world. What’s a home anyway? A roof? A bed? A place where when you go there, they have to take you? If so, then I was 15 when I became homeless.
终于我明白了,我妈妈在哪里,我的家就在哪里。
世界是虚无的,我们活在彼此的心中。她活在我心中,可我无处立足,在这世上我孤独无助。
一个十六岁的人只有八年级的水平,你会顺着一个下降的螺旋到一个更糟的地方。你断了每一条路,拒绝了每次机会,你令所有曾经信任你的人都失望了。
就在那一刻,我明白了,我得作出选择。我可以为自己寻找各种借口对生活低头,也可以迫使自己更好地生活。I knew at that moment I had to make a choice. I could submit to everything that was happening and live a life of excuses... or I could push myself. I could push myself and make my life good.
我真的很聪明,我会成功的,我只是需要机会而已,是的,是这样的,我需要机会脱离我出生的环境,我认识的人全都充满了怨气,他们活着只是为了生存,但是我相信有比那更好的地方,那里更发达,我要活在那种地方,就是这样。I’m smart. I know I can succeed. I just need a chance. A chance to climb out of this place I’ve born in. Everyone I know are angry and tired. They’re trying to survive. But I know that there is a world out there that is better, that’s better developed. And I want to live in it.