Why do I write?

Why do I write?
HmmMmm..
No! ...But whyyy do I write?
...erm..
.....I know it...ofcourse I do....I’ll tell you, you smart-ass!
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OK!...So what if I don’t know? Doesn’t make you any smarter. *ehm*
I’ve always been more of a talker than a writer. Those who know me, know what goes on in my head, and those who don’t, don’t really matter anyways.
Then there are times when I wonder if I even know myself. Times like these when you choose to turn to your paper instead of someone to talk to..*dang* no wonder most of whatever piece of literature, I have bestowed upon this world yet, tends to be greatly inclined towards the *waaaiin!* sentiments..haha
Nevertheless, I am going to write..to discover myself, for myself, and for those who want to know me for who I am, or who I may be.
Sounds quite self-centered a blog no? I certainly wouldn't like to think so. Ever sat down randomly and thought about life? ...The games it plays with us...How that one thing you want so bad, is so different from what you actually do everyday, and right this moment in time? How the same words often contradict themselves in meaning? How you yourself manage to dissolution yourself, and walk into fire, every time knowing it burns? Whether the oh-so-familiar corridors you walk down, feel the same when they are empty, as they do with the faces you see and voices you hear echoing, everyday? Why the sky looks purple when the sun is setting, somewhere in between the silver and turquoise? Why strawberries always taste tangier, if popped into you mouth, right off the bushes?
No? ....
Well I do :)