Who Am I?

I am a freshman in high school (I'm 15) and an extremely short one at that. I have many interests which -- from most favorite interest to my less favorite interest -- include the following: dirt bike riding, soccer, horseback riding. I have been through many things most adolescents do not go through unless they have a similar problem and/or have been through better and worse times than me. Finally, to prevent myself from boring you to the point where you just collapse, I present my final statement and my own personal, most thoughtful attribute of myself:
*Interestingly and disturbingly, you are not reading about just some normal kid... The person that has written this post is actually someone significantly distinct in your life experience; that is, if you have taken the time to realize and find out his true personality.This abnormal teenager consists of many amazing things, but one is his strengths and weaknesses. He may only reveal them if you are close to him, which no one is... Sadly, the author of this story ends with a quote from his own soul and confident knowledge: "You cannot mentally, physically, nor spiritually live your own life knowing the meaning it; you must eternally explore and reach for great distances, instead, and find what your destiny lies within when your time is up. Otherwise, you would have no reason to live if you knew the meaning of doing so, which could result in many horrific events that would reflect on your own decisions."*

A Country Boy Can Survive - Hank Williams, Jr.

The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go down town

I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Because you can’t starve us out
And you cant makes us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We’re from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive