Millions of thoughts race through my mind everyday. After all this time, I should have endless things to say about it, but I struggle to fill a few pages describing what runs through it. The concept of exposing my personal thoughts terrifies me. Why should I let a perfect stranger know how I look at the world? I don’t want to convert anyone to my beliefs; I respect whatever ideals they choose to live …showed first 75 words of 590 total…

…showed last 75 words of 590 total…explain my intellectual development. They are as cluttered and random on paper as they are in my head. Hopefully whoever reads this will feel more in tune with how I think, but they will not look down on me. Some of my views may seem cynical, but I don’t expect everyone to agree with them. My personal experiences have molded these perceptions, and no one else could possibly share all of the same feelings.