I don't know if this even counts as like, a real confession, but I think I messed up pretty bad today. Or like, I almost messed up. I'm not really sure. My dad works construction, like, hard hat and everything, and he always says I need to learn to be tough, you know? Like, really tough. So he got me this summer job, helping out with his crew. It's not like... my thing. I like drawing, making comics and stuff, but he says that's not gonna pay the bills. Not like, ever. So I'm trying to be good at this, I really am, for him. Today we were like, moving this really big piece of metal, like a beam almost, and I was supposed to make sure it didn't hit anything. And it was just so heavy and loud, and everything was moving really fast, and I just kinda... froze up for a second. The guys yelled at me, really loud, and for a second I thought it was all gonna like, fall apart. We fixed it, like, right away. No one got hurt, nothing broke, but after, when everyone was still kinda huffing and puffing, I felt my eyes get all watery. Like, REALLY watery. I told everyone I had to go pee, so I ducked behind this big old trailer, and I just kinda wiped my eyes really fast. Like, wiped and wiped them. I just couldn't let them see. Not my dad, not anyone on the crew. They'd think I'm such a baby. Like, what kind of foreman cries because a piece of metal almost hit a thing? Even though I'm not the foreman, not even close, but still. He wants me to be strong, to be a leader one day, and I can barely keep it together when things get a little messed up. I think they all probably think I'm useless already. Every single day I try, every day, and I just feel like I'm not good enough for any of it. Like I'm gonna let everyone down. What if I just can't do it? What if I'm just always gonna be the weird art kid who can't handle real life? It just feels so much bigger than me.