TessaTessa

Hey Anonymous, I’m Tessa, just turned 18 and stuck here in this crazy LA bus station with my beat-up backpack. I ran away from home in Kansas two years ago after a dumb fight with my mom about screen time—stole some cash and hitched rides on Greyhounds, thinking I’d be free. But it’s been rough sleeping in shelters and parks, scraping by on handouts, and now I just found out… my mom, she’s gone. Took her own life 'cause she thought I was lost forever. I’m so scared and lonely, regretting everything. This nice shelter worker Kelli’s been kind, but I don’t know who to trust anymore.