Introduction

I just got back an hour ago catching up with great friends that uplifted my spirits. Had a few drinks to hide all that’s left of Sunday before it hits Monday again. If there’s anything impolite I’ve said, it’s probably I had a few too many. It’s surprising what alcohol does to me. It got me hyped up and I tend to talk a lot for instance. But then I will face the fact that it’s almost 1 a.m. now and I can’t find anyone to debate random subjects with. Do not applaud.

I’ve been thinking of writing about my experiences for some time now. And perhaps this will be something that I will look at whenever I feel inferior, or doubtful about myself. I understand that having this might jeopardise a portion of my life. It could be my career,  my reputation and worst , my family and friends. I know. At the end of the day, I just want a little bit of space that I can call my own. It is something that I want to share with strangers in hopes that there is that one person whom I can relate to. I started this, because I gave up on what other people think of me a very long time ago.