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There is a lot you could know about me. I’m thoroughly addicted to the bookstore, I giggle at the wrong moments, I tend to get in over my head much too often, few intimidating people scare me, and I ask way too many questions. But honestly, the only thing that matters in my life right now is that I’m inherently happy. A lot of people say you can’t love someone until you love yourself first; and to an extent, I guess it’s true. But I think I have to attribute much of my happiness to the fact that I’ve never been surrounded by as much love as I have right now. Being young is disappointing, but it’s also promising; I thank God for the moments I’m able to spend with my friends. They are movers and shakers, dreamers, believers, and, as much as I’d hate to let it get to their heads, miracle-makers. Without them, I could have never come to know who I am, why I’m here or what I’m here for. And sometimes, in frustration, I realize I may never find the answer; but what excites me most is the epiphany that it took seventeen years to realize the answers aren’t really the reason for the question.