Me, myself and the public

I'm hoping is the beggining of a beautiful friendship

Hi, to whoever whom may read it,
I'm usually too tired to write, but I'm free. If you wanna know, I live in Ealing-London, England. Wherever you thought that we were either brainless hooligans, or posh snobs is beyond me. We have layers, like you do.
Okay, my first opinion-love. I will be talking about this for as long I have a soul, so it's the perfrect thing to start with. It was last year when I first fell in love. His name was Ian*(*means the name is changed without embarassment for myself and others). He wasn't the type I go for. Wild, rude, childish and annoyingly laddish. i would have died for him. I dreamed about him every day. I almost fainted everytime I looked at him. Over the holidays, I would cry because I knew I wouldn't have seen him for ages. I also was 'connected' with him, if you know what I mean. It was like, when I lay down and listen to some slow muisc, I could feel his heartbeat, the warmth of his body. I even talked to him through myself sometimes even though I know he couldn't ever understand me, as he didn't talk to me other than "hi" and "bye" and "bob marley" Bob marley was my old nickname because of my extensions, which I belive is the most stupid thing ever. Then somehow, I found out he wasn't all what seems-he was very depressed and I believe he had deep anger and resentment inside himself, which was driving him crazy. I mean, bad-scary-crazy. Luckily he was recongised and taken to counselling. He's sane now. Do you know how it feels to know that someone-some one you love moreover-is going insane inside, and you didn't know what to do in case you were wrong thus having to tell him you're crazy about him.If you do, please email email me at: [e-mail]
I need to know the pain you guys went through, and I want to know what you think of my 1st entry. THerfore I end on this note, goodbye folks.
P.s:Ooh I almost forgot, I don't mind who emails me but I wouldn't mind if you were from Britain too.