How long have I put off answering this question for real, I wonder? A month? A year? Longer? Who knows? But just to start, maybe you may find this sad, but I haven't really stopped to think about what makes me who I am. Maybe I've been scared. Maybe I've been procrastinating it. Maybe all of the above.

I could give the simple answer- I'm a person who likes school, I like staying up at night, blah blah blah. But that isn't what makes me who I am. It just gives a vague definition of my character traits. So these past 100 words were just stalling, I guess.

Who am I?

I could say that writing is one of my fiercest passions and still feel like that's an understatement. Writing gives words a feel, a taste, a sound. It opens all five senses even when you're only using one or two. I find joy in writing, in creating something new that can take one to faraway places even when they aren't intending to go anywhere. It gives me inspiration. I believe that my purpose on this earth includes writing. So, maybe this would make me creative.

I spend a lot of time in my own thoughts. I like to let my dreams take shape and take myself to the most fantastical of realms where I can't be bothered. Sometimes it can be an escape from this world. So, maybe this makes me imaginative, or what you may call lazy.

I am very passionate about what I believe in and could give a heated debate when someone I love opposes me or doesn't trust me. It often puts me in a position to make myself look disrespectful, and often I am, but there is a part of me that can't live without expressing my feelings or about a topic. So, maybe this makes me expressive.

But is this who I am? Or is this what I think about myself and/or what the world thinks of me? How do I know that even though I think of myself like this, I'm the only one who has this viewpoint? For all I know, my own family could disagree with me on what I've just typed. Knowing yourself is truly a hard thing, no matter how easy it may seem.

My Creator truly knows me, from the hairs on my head to my complete and inner personality and soul. But He allowed me to comprehend some tiny pieces of it, and that gives me my traits. As for who I really am? My true, complete inner self? I am who I was created to be, and that's all I need to know. I am unique and different and will never be the same as someone else, like the snowflakes that fall to the ground. I am made whole and am still rejoicing because of it. But mostly, I'm free. Free to decide who I believe I am, and what I will do about it.