What goods a blog no one reads

Such a strange phenomenon this blogging thing is.
This particular blog is my second one. Like, the only other one i've done in my life. My first one was under the name solid_jackson and made a span of a few years. Eventually everything that was written was so old that i could even relate to myself any more. It's kind of strange. I used to be such a writer when i didn't really have anything to write about. I just wrote the same things that the collective of all young teenagers would write, but it meant so much to me. Now i rarely write anything. Now i write here, where i don't have any one to read. So what's the point. Why don't i just write in a journal. Maybe it's the idea that there could be someone who reads. There might be people lurking around and accidentally finding me. But i kind of doubt it. I don't make any effort to be found. I'm not even sure if i really want to be found. And i know that if i do i only want to be found by strangers. This is only my second entry and it's already rambling and stupid and subconsciously dying for attention. How terrible.
There are better things to do in a day.

I want to be a writer again. I want to write and play songs. But i've just never been good at putting the two together. But then again, i don't think i've really tried. I just wanted it to come to me.