I love you

"I love you".
Three little words that can be so difficult.
You see, most people have trouble saying these words. 
I, on the other hand, am an I love you whore.
I don't understand other people's relationships. I don't know why they worry. Why they're vague and reserved. The "taking it slow" thing is so foreign to me it's not even funny. I have always been full speed ahead. Blunt and straight forward. If I like you, I will tell you. A lot. Sometimes I want to know what it's like to be in that kind of situation, but then I realise that I enjoy being the way I am.
I am, however, realising that my straightforward, blunt, approach to life is rare and often confusing to other people. I think that it makes it slightly more enticing, though.


I have been suffering insomnia for quite some time now. It is unpleasant. Last night I also developed a slight depersonalisation. Now that hasn't happened in quite some time. It is almost disturbing, however I am fairly unemotional right now.


I want to write a good blog for you. I want to amaze you as you have amazed me. I want to let you into my mind and my heart. I want to open up my soul and write down everything inside, so you can peruse my inner workings. I want to be open and honest with you. I want to let you in.
I think I have.


So here I am. Loving you. Lonely.