And so I've grown

For all I know now, this might turn into another third rate, "oh i'm so confused and sad" kind of blog. It is not my intention though, it has never been, I just feel the need to start anew.
It's true, there are some things that eat me up inside, but they aren't what makes me me.
Like a kid who can't count his marbles unless he takes them out of his pockets, I cannot tell just how my mind works unless I spread them thoughts before my eyes and start analyzing and taking notes. So one might say this is some sort of experiment, some mirror, or at least some blank sheet for me to doodle on, some elbow room for my head.
I am not on my way to becoming me, I already am me (spectaculous wording, I know,but you get the point).