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THE TRUTH, FINALLY It started small, when I was young. If I could be perfect, could undo the pain my mom and dad had accumulated— the meaning of my life would be significant. A pattern emerged in me of fixing things, although I could not repair myself. The pain I chose to shoulder consumed my life. My dad—depressed; my mom—regrets, but I can fix it, I thought. I can take their pain. It’s my responsibility to ensure they’re proud, to be their joy in life. It’s my responsibility to fix a host of others— everybody—to be strong for them so they don’t have to be. But I am not perfect. I have made mistakes. I’ve disappointed them— my friends, my family, my boyfriend, too. I’ve failed them all. That’s how I feel. I know it sounds stupid, but now you know the truth.

—Briana VinZant

Profile for University of Jamestown

Plainsong 2013  

Art and literary journal of University of Jamestown, Jamestown, N.D.

Plainsong 2013  

Art and literary journal of University of Jamestown, Jamestown, N.D.