Why am I doing this?

Okay, to be honest with you and most importantly myself. I don't know what I am doing with my my life. If I even have control over anything at all. I can't live with out creating art. My life is my inspiration. I create art because it satisfies something in me, but the pain never really seems to go away. I have an innate need to do these things and I can't distinguish my art from my life. My life is an art. Everyone's life is. It is all how you look at it I guess. I don't read many blogs myself, so I am not sure what everyone else is doing but to be honest I don't really care. I need to share all these things that I create. My head is the worst place to be at times and I see things all too well. I see things that I wish I could not see. I also believe that most people choose not to see, and that makes my sight that much more apparent. But, why am I doing this blog thing? Well, because everyone else is doing it. My roommate told me about it. I wanted to catalog my art and my life in a tangible way. I have kept journals from as far back as 5th grade. I guess I just need to know that someone out there is reading them. I may at times even post some of those old ones just to give some perspective.