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I raised a question recently asking "Do you know who you are?"
I know who I am. But explaining it is something that everybody struggles with. You can write out aspects of yourself or your views, opinions, hopes, dreams etc. but does that really EXPLAIN who you are?
Not really.

But as far as I can describe, this is me.

I’m only nineteen but I often feel much older. I don’t like it when people put me down because of my age – I’ve been through a lot in my nineteen years and don’t appreciate people who can’t or won’t see that.
I feel lucky to run out of fingers when I count all the people that I love.
I think that everybody really does know who they are and people who say they don’t are simply in denial. I’m the only person I know who actually knows and admits this. People are always taught to accept people for who they are; learn to accept yourself for who you are, too.
At any given time, if I could be anywhere in the world, it would be drinking beer in the sun somewhere. I really am that easily amused.
I cry in war movies. A lot.
I always manage to stretch my pay right out to an empty bank account by pay day.
Anzac Day and Australia Day make me happier than Christmas.
I often wish I lived in the country. I think I’d like it better there.
I don’t mind being independent but it’s nice to be able to depend on somebody every now and then.
I’ve never tried to quit smoking, and I’m not sure I want to either.
Men don’t look like they used to anymore. They all look like they’re straight out of Kings of Leon or something.
I have a strong hate for the expression “Murphy’s Law!” It makes me cringe.
I like smoking weed, but I’ve seen how it changes people so I never push my own limits.
The smell of bushfires makes me smile. For such a terrible natural disaster, it somehow reminds me that everything is okay.
I didn’t like high school and have no regrets for leaving at sixteen. I think it was the best thing I ever did.
My favourite people in the world are people I have only met once.
I trust everyone unless they give me a reason not to.
I don’t know what I’m going to do when my Dad dies one day. I live in fear that it will happen before we’re ready.
I stopped eating meat when I was sixteen but couldn’t bring myself to give up seafood.
Sometimes I wish I was alongside Sal Paradise in “On The Road”. Travelling around America in the 50’s and eating apple pie.
I sometimes secretly think that people walk all over me because I’m too understanding. I can’t help it if I really do understand and accept other’s decisions.
I live for Mexican food.
I cry sometimes, but I’m strong. Just tell it to me straight.
Sometimes I wish I was a gardener. I think it would be nice to work outside with plants.
Nothing irritates me more than when people speak to me in broken-English. I’m not trying to be racist, but I just really can’t stand it.
I’m the ‘go-to’ person in my social and work life. Whenever somebody has a problem, they tend to come to me for help or advice. And I don’t mind one bit.
I think I could very easily be an alcoholic. It worries me sometimes, but not as much as not being able to drink.
I read the news every morning and regret it straight after. Sometimes it’s best not to know.
Anxiety gets the better of me sometimes. I’m scared of everything.
I love pasta but hate spaghetti. I’m not sure why.
I would put avocado on everything if I could.
I think I like the idea of writing more than I actually like it.
I’d rather keep my mouth shut than argue with somebody. Sometimes the extra stress is just not really worth it.
I don’t think that ANYBODY deserves to die.
I don’t really like NRL very much, but I pretend to because it’s fun to watch.

And finally, I’m very well aware that I am a hypocrite, but so are you.