Amity. Eat. Laugh. Live. Love. That's it. That's all. And I love it. And I hate it. What's wrong with me? These stupid tests are supposed to help you, I have to wait two more years before I will know who I am and know where I belong. Until then, I will have to wait. I will have to continue to eat, laugh, live, love, and have that extra dose of peace serum stirred in my coffee every time I argue with my three little brothers and one sister. I guess that's what I get for being the oldest, I'm supposed to be the mature one, the one who takes charge and always forgives and never takes offence. But I can't. I just can't. I love my family, but I just need to yell sometimes. Cry sometimes. I'm so passionate, I'm such an up and down with emotions that some days I know my poor mother has no idea what to do with me. They say I'm like my father, and he seems to understand. Without him, I think I would have run away, but his patience with me has helped me grow and change. And my music. My precious, precious music. In the darkest of days, I have been able to use it to hold myself steady, and it works. But not enough. And in two years, I will know and I won't wonder anymore.

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