On the Previous Post that I Posted

I wrote that post, a poem about Beauty, and then I saved it without posting it. I must have been half-dead. Anyway, I've just posted it now, and now I am apologizing for it. You see, sometimes I am possessed with such unutterable pathos, it brings tears to my eyes (well, not quite). And when I reread it in the morning, they're mostly tears of hysterical amusement. E.g. Me, shrieking with laughter: Wow, I must have been Becca times 100 when I wrote this!! et cetera. I don't even know why I have shamed myself by posting that poem on my blog...
I wrote the poem at four, lost what felt like three nights of sleep and woozed around the next day like a hibernating bear in the spring. So I still hadn't officially woken up when I wrote the post. Well, now you can see all sides of me. I'm not hiding anything...
Just a question: Why am I writing all this nonsense? Mostly because I don't know what else to say. I STILL haven't thought of a Sense of Purpose.
Crazy. I know.
Love
Bex
xx