Tightly woven lines, echoing each other

I would never call myself a writer, but I will write nevertheless. I used to write a lot; back in high school I kept an online journal much like this one, except I was always holding back. I wrote, but always kept in mind that the readers would be the ones reading into my thoughts. My readers were a collection of people I knew personally and people I never met but somehow our paths crossed. I realized I was keeping a lot back, holding a lot of what I needed to get out. This is not what I feel a journal should be. I am going to do it all a little differently this time. I am going to write, unabashed, honest, and free.

I have been mulling over starting a new journal for a while now. But I have decided that I need to do it. Over the course of the past few months, there has just been too much going on in my head and I have not been able to sort it all out. I know from past experience that writing has been a great way to organize my thoughts, and it has also been a great help in honing my writing abilities.

Who am I? Now that is something that I am not sure I wish to reveal. Over time, chances are that some of those details will reveal themselves, but for now I will just give you some very basic information. I am a gay male. But no means do I feel like I fit in with much of the community though. For every culture, there is a counterculture, and for the majority of my life, I was one to react. Currently I am twenty years old. Again, I react. I am not the run of the mill twenty year old I have always acted well beyond my years. I grew up in a pretty rural area in the northeast United States and moved to one of the major cities for school. Adjusting to life on my own was all too easy…

‘Fingerprints’ is about the marks we make on this world around us. This journal will be one of the fingerprints that I leave in my wake.