I want to confess something: I am a lot to handle.
I don’t talk very often but if I do I talk a lot, so much I annoy even myself.
I love movies but I can’t keep my mouths shut when I watch them, always criticising even if it’s my favorite film.
I read too much and when I do I might get so absorbed by the story that I don’t live in the real world anymore, always wondering what will happen next.
I love discussions so much that sometimes I will discuss a topic that doesn’t make any sense just for the sake of having a discussion.
I love it when I am with friends but afterwards I need to be on my own for quite a while wanting to see no-one and shutting everybody out.
I love to spend time in silence just listening to the noises around me and I hate it when somebody interrupts me even if it seems as if I was doing nothing.
I love music but I will always sing along very loud and off-key no matter where I am.
I am a happy person but I can get in a mood and then I will be in one for a very long time.
I think too much often resulting in me questioning our existence and the sense of it all.
I write a lot but most of it nobody will ever see because it’s too private.
I love boys and I love girls but I rarely get a crush on anyone.
I am a strange human being and a lot to handle but I think we all are strange in some way because “normal” is merely a construct that doesn’t exist in reality.
So this is my confession and if you can accept me the way I am I’m happy to share my life with you but if not then I’d suggest you get the heck out of it.