Here I am

As I sit in bed, listening to my pop/hip-hop music, I start to ponder. Why create a blog? Would anyone read it? Do I want anyone to read it? If not, why write about what I have already experienced or already know? What is so important that I would write about? I enjoy writing, yes, but the general idea of a blog has always seems so artificial to me. so fake. Is it just venting? Or is it ones strive to make themselves noticed? Despite these questions, here i am. Writing. Reading out loud every work i type. Why? ...Why not? Simply for myself. My takes on life, and my memories. A remembrance of who I am, and for the future, who I used to be. So here we go. Here. I. Am.