Looking back on the last fourteen years of my life, I wish I had the courage to bring more joy and happiness to others. I volunteer at certain organizations with a certain group, but I can never attend events without a friend or acquaintance. Even though I'm only fourteen, I feel nostalgic for my early childhood. I'm sure my childhood years could have been much more productive, but I am a procrastinator and will continue to be one. An example of my procrastination would be this essay. Every word goes through a careful thought process in my brain that usually lasts twenty-four hours... I think it's because I'm afraid of what Mrs. Creekmore and my colleagues will think of my core value. It makes me uncomfortable to write my beliefs down on digital paper and then read and evaluate them. My life is private, even my Instagram and Facebook are private. I keep my thoughts and beliefs to myself to avoid any discussion because I like to keep the peace. Perhaps the reason for my need for privacy is the result of my cowardice. I would rather keep my feelings and you...