"Whose opinion do you value more? Theirs, or your own?"
"I don't know! I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" I pounded my fist against the table. I didn't care if anyone else saw me. I was sick and tired of having being torn of choosing different sides and valuing different people's opinions.
My face became streaked with tears, running like water being thrown out a window. I rubbed away the snot dribbling down my nose. "Usually, it's so easy for me to choose, but I can't. Is this what they were telling is in Health class, that the teenage years is when we find ourselves? I hate this, choosing sides and all of these aimed threats and stuff. Going through all of this self-discovery just for that is stupid. I can't distinguish the truth from lies anymore! I can't handle this anymore! I can't--" I paused with a thought dawning on me. "Oh my gosh. I don't even know what I want in my life." Through my glistening tears, Monique was staring in bewilderment.
I could barely make out the words that came from my lips as I hoarsely whispered, "Monique, who am I? I am so confused, and I don't know what to do."