I don't. I don't write for me either. I don't write for the sake of writing.
I don't know why I write. That too, inconsistently..foolishly, with errors, without logic.
But this isn't the real world. I can write here. I can write whatever I want, I'm free. My words aren't read much, let alone understood. And I don't whine for understanding. Even I don't understand myself, my actions, my behavior.
Who cares about me? There's a gigantic world out there..
I don't know why I write. That too, inconsistently..foolishly, with errors, without logic.
But this isn't the real world. I can write here. I can write whatever I want, I'm free. My words aren't read much, let alone understood. And I don't whine for understanding. Even I don't understand myself, my actions, my behavior.
Who cares about me? There's a gigantic world out there..
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