I'm way too cliche with my metaphors

You know what I've come to realise? It's that this blog is just another mask, another tool to manipulate peoples view of me. But maybe that's exactly why I like writing this so much. It lets me be in complete control of my representation to you, the extremely avid and oh so enthusiastic reader (note the sarcasm).

On second thoughts masks are really much too cliche a metaphor to use here, and now that I think about it, totally inaccurate.

I'd say my personality is more like a lego set. It's capable of being something complete, but I'm not going to do that. But I'm like the unfocused youngster,  just dicking around making it into whatever seems like the best idea at the time even if it turns out to be a complete failure.

Or maybe it's more like a puzzle that no-one has ever really seen complete?

Whatever it is, it's confusing. It's probably just my raging teenage hormones and high levels of angst talking, but I'm not really even sure who I am.

Note to self: Stop falling for every girl who shows you affection, this is not The Mighty Boosh, things will not turn out well as they did for Howard.