Why is she writing

You probably think - why is she writing like every other hour. The answer is simple. Stupidity.

Actually I could quite happily continue to write and write and write.

But then that would reveal how neurotic and mad I am, and I wouldn't want you to know that. Though you may do already. You see, I wouldn't want you to know what a lucky escape you had from this middle-aged hag, talking to herself all day long, rocking herself with self-pity.

Bloody stupid woman.