The Need To

I felt the fleeting need to ramble while I was reading something. Happens to me the days I am home. I have no active blog; I then remembered. But then I do have this one blog where I can type and post and then close after some time. So here I am. Since I cannot afford to act flaky in real life, I save all the flakiness for my online, now almost non-existent, persona. See. I need to purge and destroy - this thing behind this need to write. Previous sentence may make no sense, But for now, this seems to be the only way out. Maybe I have stopped making sense. I really don't care.

And now I don't remember what I came here to write about.