They say a blog needs a purpose. A niche of some sort, to pick a fight, or be for “somebody”, for a specific audience or demographic. Admittedly, I didn’t know who I was writing for at first. All I knew was that “this.may.not.be.for.everybody.” I knew there would be people who would dislike some topics I felt compelled to write about. Others, the profanity. Or the behaviors that I was apparently “condoning”. Which isn’t the case at all, but everyone will interpret my writing in the way that best fits their perception of the world around them. That is absolutely okay with me.
But, I think I know who will most appreciate or understand where I come from in my writings. The kids like me. 
The ones who didn’t fit in any one group of friends in grade school. Or any group at all for that matter. The one who sometimes sat in the open field alone at recess or felt most comfortable under a tree. The girl that wanted to play football but didn’t. The boy who was the class clown but always felt misunderstood. This is for the artists, in every form of the word. This is for the kid who felt the pressure to fit in but never succumbed to the weight of it; the free spirit; and for those who wish to be. It’s for the kid who wasn’t invited and the one who was only invited because she was the only black kid in the grade. I share for both the barefoot wanderers and those who want to finally take off the mask. Hopefully, something you read inspires you to do so.
Long story short, I write for the Misfits. For the kid inside that just doesn’t fit.