Excuses, excuses...

Alright, so I’m twentysomething… I know the stuff I post may been akin to the outpourings of a teenage mind and may continue to seem so for some time to come.
But then my teen years saw me as a somewhat nerdy kid, bottled up emotions, few friends and even fewer opinions. I never really opened up to anybody, not even mom, supposedly the solace for teenage angst, and as a result, I’ve pretty much been bursting at the seams to get stuff out.
So ultimately, a lot of the views here may be about eight years of repression, compounded with my newer understanding of life and self, finally getting an outlet. I may not have changed very much from the nerdy image, but I don’t repress, my opinions are as strong as any regular twentysomething, arguably stronger than some and finally, I have people to open up to…and this, my personal space. This isn’t a confession of insecurity, but rather an explanation of the content seen here. And having said all that, I think I’d better just write and leave the interpretations to someone else.