My mother fell in love with another guy, and my father took it out on me. He’d make fun of my appearance, my weight, my clothes. He’d call me a ‘whore.’ A ‘crazy girl.’

“My mother fell in love with another guy, and my father took it out on me. He’d make fun of my appearance, my weight, my clothes. He’d call me a ‘whore.’ A ‘crazy girl.’ It all started when I was eleven. It really wore me down. I had no self-confidence. I just wanted to stay in my bedroom and draw in my notebook all the time. It was my way of avoiding him. School wasn’t much better. I didn’t have friends. I knew some people, but nobody well enough that they’d call me at friend. People laughed at me. For being apart. For wearing black clothes. For dying my hair. Whenever I saw a group of kids, I’d just walk in the other direction. Things got really dark for awhile. My art got dark. I couldn’t get out of bed. But things have been better since I’ve gotten to college. Nobody knows me here. It feels like everything is new. And I’m trying to change. I’m trying to be more open. I’m trying to talk to people more. Little by little, I’m becoming a different person. It took me a long time to realize, but I think that maybe I don’t have the same problems I had in the past. Because two years ago I couldn’t even look people in the eye. I definitely wouldn’t have been able to do this interview.”

(Madrid, Spain)

Both of us are really shy. We were working at the same office when we met. I’d do anything to walk by her desk. And she’d do the same. I’d ask her for advice on certain projects. We were flirting the entire time but neither of us wanted to admit it. Then one night we decided to take a walk together after work

I used heroin for ten years. It wasn’t a very good life, as you’d expect. I had my son taken from me. I lost my job at the Fiat factory. I spent all my time trying to find money