My best friend once said to me that people tend to have a lot to say about the lives they haven’t lived and although we were wasted at the time, Tessa knows exactly what life is and the way we all fight through it. She compared it to walking through a park filled with s**t, dodging the mess on the floor like your life depended on it. But the thing Tessa knew is that there’s only so much you can dodge before you find yourself sinking in it.
If my life had a delete button, the last year and a half would have gone in less than a second. The entire s**t show that proceeded my sister's suicide left me feeling a kind of empty that can only be explained after it has been felt. The anger that fueled every bad decision, every new bottle of liquor was a desperate clutch at the control I no longer
