Perhaps a little too much.

I like writing, you know? I like how the paper becomes black and white because of the ink. I like it when my pen doesn't want to stop kissing the paper because what is coming out of them is just too beautiful. I like how my thoughts quit being random words in my head and become stories. I like it when my wrist starts aching from all the sentences it has written. I like how much I hate my handwriting after looking at the paper for the first time; no matter how hard I tried to make it look decent. I like how it feels when my words make someone else smile -or what's more, cry.
I just love writing, man; perhaps a little too much.