Why?

Because I need a place to put my thoughts so they stop driving me mad.  This is a secret place.  A place no one comes but me, not even my best friend and husband.  It is a place only for me.  Quiet, green, peaceful.  Or red blasts of anger.  Whatever I may be feeling, that is ok.  It is a place to let go and to write whatever my mind thinks.  To have an "outlet" where all my energy is being fed into one place.  To make me tired.  Or empty...or perhaps to let those new thoughts in.  Those new thoughts that will grow and change and take advantage of my creativity.
It is a place where I can write drunk and no one cares.  It is a place I can write sad, and no one will be there to see me cry.  I can cry in private.  Or I can laugh.  It is the hidden me.  The me that I want to keep hidden, but so desperately want people to see and respond to.
It is a response to my generation.  That moves so fast and yet, I'm falling behind.  Because I want to fall behind.
Ultimately, though...they are just thoughts.  A journal, a keeping place, a safe place to rest.  It is a place where there is no judgement, no comments.  If you want to leave a comment, well, too bad, because I just might not read it.
After a few glasses of wine, I can write what I want, when I want.  It may be important and philosophical...or it may be crap.  A lot of it will be crap.  And that's ok.  Everyone should have a place where they can crap...in private.  Or not so private, but at least everyone won't be standing over you looking down at your crap and saying things behind your back. Haha.  Or is it even funny?
It doesn't matter.
This is an experiment of sorts...to write down my mind.  To write what I'm thinking at this very moment.  And that's ok.