I'm sitting at my blank computer, the incursion point blinking at me. Blinkity blink. And I'm thinking to myself, who the heck am I? I know I'm somebody, but who? Well, reading this, you can tell me who I am. My fingers clacking on the keys will show you who I am. Because this isn't, oh my gosh, so-and-so is sooo hot (even if I will be talking about boys, I will be much more mature). This is all of my thoughts and my feelings, weaved together, stitch by stitch. And these stitches will show you who I am. All I do is hold the needle. Heavenly Father has given me my personality.
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