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(or to Anyone who reads this)

You are not alone. Or maybe you are but you’re not the only one.

It was through my experiences that I am writing this blog full of emotional suicides and failed attempts to say something to someone I love. I don’t know what power the feeling of love has, but it is the only force that makes me silent all the time.

I've been to seven (failed) relationships. I say failed because none actually last for long (except the nonsense 2-year relationship with the guy in one of the Alphabet’s letters) and I actually hate that fact. No, let’s get it straight. Nobody likes short-term relationships especially in the time you feel like you’re going well. I don’t know where the problem was, but I’d like to believe it’s on me.

I am a very vocal person when it comes to practically everything. I’m always frank about the things I observe. One friend even suggested that I could use euphemisms but what for? I mean, people would rather get hurt by the things said straight than feel bad because they did not get the message across.

Like you, I always wanted to say the things I feel to the person I love. But how could I even say that when the end has already started? They say we fail to say things we want to say because we are so consumed of happiness. And when the parting, the separation comes, we regret every moment we wasted and wished we could have expressed everything. I wish I could have told my previous relationships how I love them and how I love the idea of being taken care of, and how I am mad at them being so silent about their feelings and how I felt when they make short replies on my messages.  

There are things I wanted to tell and I’m telling them now, through this blog.

This is a blog about the feelings I have failed to say, and I am doing this because I am alone.

And I’m not the only one.