Just something I found on my computer from a while back...

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Ah, the wonderful temptation of putting thought to word when once a fingertip meets a key and a blank screen lies ahead. But, a few questions must first be asked before filling the white screen with small black graffiti… Something that was apparently not asked before I had begun. Is there anything worth writing? There is always something to write - but what is this something, and will anyone care to read it? Is it meant for the eyes of others, or only for personal growth? Either way, there must be some flow of thought to reach your longing fingers as they dance across the keys.
My purpose… Do I have one? Perhaps only an outlet for compressed feelings that are screaming and tearing at my insides to be let out. Such contradicting feelings - or perhaps, that is only how I relay them so as to confuse others in fear of them getting to close. Yes, yes - I must keep all at an arms distance. I have a very large parameter for personal space… mentally and physically.
Now that a purpose has been established, I suppose it would be beneficial to begin the heart of my writings… but even now, I am not certain this will be kept hidden from others browsing my computer. Paranoid? I do believe I have reason - but also does the man who believes he is being spied on by the government… Am I merely insane just as he? I may not be far from it…
To write or not to write… that is the real question. Have I already revealed too much? Have I already revealed enough to pull the reader - the spy - further into the body of this endless script? They continue reading in search for these great compressed feelings that I will share with no one… Little do they know (until this moment) that it is only a trap. There is nothing of any importance that will be written below. Only the foolish words of a young adult entering a new life… Heh… bet this doesn’t make one loose interest. Only pulling them further… further… further… only to reveal that I have wasted minutes of their precious lives. Every minute to pass, of theirs and mine in writing this, is a minute that they will never again have… Hmmm… Now that I think about it - there is allot more I could be doing with these few minutes than wasting your time… Sayonara!