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is ebonite hard as a rock? can you put a twig in the sun and watch it grow? am i really awesome? i know my answer to these questions is yes, but i wish i had the answer for all of them… may 2012 will be more than the trials and tribulations of high school, college, work and univercity. may may 2012 be the start of the rest of my life. in my head, i feel that i already have. my world has been beautiful beyond measure. its been filled with the most vibrant and enlightened people that have ever inhabited this planet. i have met people that have passed through my life and out of it, like the wind through the trees, a friend who was meant to be there forever, but always leaves. people that are so uniquely different that i am challenged to live up to their standards. people with amazing and priceless characteristics that make my life better.iron rust remover people that make me question my beliefs and myself more than i ever thought possible. when i close my eyes, i see myself in a large cathedral, sitting on the steps. people are shuffling past, and i can’t really hear or understand what they are saying. their conversations and stories are bouncing off the back wall and through the ceiling above me, reaching my ears through the thin and ancient walls, but not quite reaching my ears to understand what they’re saying. i feel warm, and safe, but alone. then, there are words that sneak into my ears and take a hold of me. they are loud and shout out of the corner of my mouth. they are incomprehensible to the people around me, but they are my words. they are what i believe and what i will always believe. the words crack through the walls and reach people who have my back, but also know what i believe. the words are true and truthful, and they go to my head and make me feel good about myself. these words are mine, and i am glad to finally feel like i have found myself and are able to share my world with the people around me. there are also stories that fall to the wayside and pass through my mind without leaving much of a mark. they are stories of laughter and tears, but they were never written down. they are memories of times gone by, and i wonder if i will ever feel the same way about the times i’ve shared with the people i love. i can feel tears in my eyes, and i can see them in the eyes of those i love. people are smiling and happy. people are still finding themselves. sometimes i feel like all the happiness in the world is trapped inside me, and i’m holding it hostage.