My name is Tessa. I'm 15... 16 in a week. I have wasted the last two years of my life. At least two, that is. I've made stupid mistakes. I've struggled. I've resolved to fix things. I've failed. So, I've tried again. Failed.
Here I am. Searching. Who am I? Why do I exist? Will people fall apart if/when I die? Is my family strong enough? Am I strong enough?
What is strength?
I'm not physically strong. I can't withstand the force of my own emotions.
The question isn't whether or not I'm strong enough. But rather, am I weak enough?
I don't know the answer.
I keep searching.