In a Real Writing Mood

Moments ago I finished writing an entry in my dairy, a real life collection of my thoughts, thoughts that I dare not expressed in any of my blogs. Mainly it is a collection of my moanings, my complaints about the world around as well as the people who inhabit my world, though small it maybe. Writing in this journal has re-sparked my love of writing, as my concentration lately has been lacking. I guess all I needed was inspiration. Funny the inspiration that you can find in your everyday life. Am I so vain that I must write about my own life continuously? Or is it writing that I am addicted too? I seem to have this constant need to write, to scribble down everything and anything that pops into my head, whether that be fictional or a part of my day to day existence. I guess it is the writing. In fact that is probably my true addiction, not caffeine, not chocolate, but writing.