First

So. Here we are again, me and you, you being the unattainable metaphoric being known as the internet, which if you're one to over think things, really could be some all powerful monolith collecting information scattered across the world, and by creating the internet, has somehow managed to condense all of it into an easily accessed library for it's, albeit unknown, undoubtedly dubious plans for the universe. Anyways, now that I've gotten off on the wrong foot with a tangent, and a run along sentence, I feel like I should introduce myself. In a manner of speaking anyways.

I am:
Unnervingly honest.
Not perfect.
Precious to some people, loathed by others.
Loved by my family, which is all that matters.
A lover of animals.
A hater of many things.
An esoteric introvert, flirting dangerously with the term masochistic.
Afraid of the dark.
In love with the world, and all that it has to offer me.
Incredibly blessed to live the life that I do.
A reader.
The person that I want to be, despite what others try to tell me.
I am a free man, despite the weight of the world that I carry on my shoulders.
The child of an alcoholic.
The product of my own choices.
A man with a mission of change, mainly a change within.
I can create wonders with my hands.
I sometimes make poor decisions.
Deep down, I love myself, even though sometimes I forget that.
The child my parents raised.
A lover of nature.
Enthralled with the possibilities that the future provides.
I know that with each day, comes a new challenge, and that each and every day in and of itself is a gift from a power higher than myself in this universal pecking order.
An artist.
The destroyer.
Trying.
A former drug addict.
A traveler on the road of life, and I know that I won't be here forever.
Terrified that when I die I'll be forgotten.
Unabashedly myself.
Hypersensitive.
The creator.
Torn.
An athlete.
I hate satanic things, and all that they stand for, and all the darkness that allowing those things into your life fills you with.
Lost.
Found.
All the little spaces in between.
Loving.
I am a man tormented but also blessed by my past.

Of course this list can go on forever, but above all, the thing that I'm working on trying to remember the most, is that I'm only human, and that I can't be perfect, no matter how hard I beat myself up about not being so.