The girl that lived

First of all, I will mention certain companies or things belonging to other people. I make no claim on them and if you see something that spikes your interest, just ask what it is in the comments and I'll help you find it.

This story isn't one for you to laugh at, it isn't one for you to argue about, it isn't for YOU.This story is about me. I simply feel likest's a story worth telling. I might live or die, nobody knowing my true story. What I have suffered. The ways things have felt for me. The way that I have had difficulty connecting people. The way I feel like there is nobody I can trust with everything that I know, everything that I have gone through. Overreactions that I will never commit to. Ways I have felt separate from the rest of the world. I know I'm not allowed to be somebody who gets to complain, because I live under a roof with enough food and water, in a western country, the Netherlands. I get to go to school every day, my family supports me and yet sometimes I still feel like the unluckiest person in the world, with no right to be.

I've got one dare for you guys. Find out who I am and tell me how you did it. Use all of your resources if you want to. The first person to find out who I am (this does not include family and friends, because they know me which makes it a lot easier for them) wins.

One hint, one that is important to understand my story anyway.
My name is Elsa.