Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Why? Dark Poetic Prose

Why? is my excuse for an about me page. Why after all these years of writing secretively, solitairily suddenly open it to the world. I have a few ideas on the subject.

I'm getting older now. So close to 30. for a chick that's pretty old maidish. Worse yet, the only commited relationship I've been in since my high school sweetheart was about 3 months with a married guy. So yea, I went into that knowing I'd lose. Perhaps I strive to lose. Maybe, the depression isn't an affiliction, but more of an addiction.

But I digress, I'm getting older now and while most people my age are married or marrying and making little thems to carry on their legacy, I produce only web pages and art. And while I've produced some very successful web sites I'm not certain I'd like that to be my legacy. Though, it's better than notthing I suppose.

Could some crappy personal homepage full of poetic lamentations serve as a better legacy? Maybe not, but they do mean more to me and isn't that an integral part of the equation.

I read this other guy's website "simplysad.com" cause I wanted to check out some other similar sites. I really enjoyed it. The photography was phenomenal. It was nice to know I'm not the only terminally miserable person on earth, but sad to know also. I think in many ways I'd feel better knowing everyone else in the world was happy. It's really depressing to think that there are other people out there who feel like I do, or possibly even worse.

But why. Why, that's what this page is supposed to lucidify. Just because I can. That's a good reason.

Why? Because I try all the time to get my client's websites to the top of the searches and recently I thought I'd lost my touch. Become completely useless. And then I made this site and without even trying when it first was found by google, #1 for search term "sad writing", then a few days later #3, and now that many of the pages have been indexed, #1 and #2. So if I know how to do it why can't I do it every time?

Why? Because I have a lot of free time on my hands lately. Because I'd rather be getting laid, but that is not currently an option.

Why? Because I'm depressed. Have been for many years and I want to rant about it. Because I want to be heard. To be seen. To be noticed. Be Undertood. Be accepted. Like all people do. Whether that will happen remains to be seen.

Because I am human and I need to be loved. and If I am not, I am going to whine about it. Because I am human. I am strong. I am the top of the food chain. Because I am human and I am weak. Alone in a world of billions of people. Like we all are.