I am who I am because…
I am who I am because Sam Smith’s voice makes me tear up, but few other things do, not even death.
I am who I am because in 8th grade I tried mascara and it gave me an eye infection.
I am who I am because of the trips that I’ve taken to China.
I am who I am because I’ve spent whole summers sitting on the couch, reading novels.
I am who I am because my first grade teacher read the Boxcar Children to our class, and also because my sophomore year English teacher assigned Thoreau to us.
I am who I am because of all of the romantic comedies that I’ve seen, and all of the hopeful love songs that I’ve heard.
I am who I am because I take away too much from inspirational speeches.
Jay showed me this: