I write for fun and to express myself!
I occupy my time in my head often and so I try to spit words onto the relieve the nausea from a full head. 
Maybe the key to existence is to make our existential dread into art. Our pain, in the same manor.
my guess Is as good as yours.
I wish I'd take my advice but I'm too busy picking at my skin and and choking on clean air.
I'm Graves