Freewill

I don't like blogging. I don't want a blog, so frankly, why am I doing this? What force has possessed me and persuaded me to frantically type out my inner thoughts, thus allowing my insignificant emotions and everyday occurrences to gush into cyberspace for complete strangers to read. It's not like this is therapeutic (goodness knows I need some good therapy); there is no real reason for my recent blogging actions. Reason escapes this world and eludes its many inhabitants. "Why?" is a question that we as humans always ask but can never answer. As much as I'd like to listen to reason, right now, for today at least, the sound of madness bleeds through the speakers of my life.