From the desk of

Virginia Elizabeth Dulcina Skye. Anytime she was there I found myself thinking of . It was weird but not really. Maybe it's the fancy names matching up. But I wanted to write a letter. This usually happens when I'm drunk but right now I don't think I've ever felt so sober. Maybe that's a lie, I feel a natural high. Probably thanks to the sunshine and Stephen Fair. A good book; I enjoyed it. It's kinda helped me. My problems, situation, circumstance... not really that bad. I'm overthinking and trying to make things seem worse. So I have an excuse. Don't get me wrong, I'm not fond of my parents or work or anything but it's allright. Just a matter of keeping a steady head. Not thinking too much. Eventually it'll all pass and yeah. About ? I can't do anything about how she feels. I do like her. Not just about proving something to myself. But it's not all about me. At all. I don't know why it took me so long to realize that. I really like conversing with her, I'll enjoy what I can. If things move on, that's great. If not, that's ok too. All in all this is a good morning. I guess it's just that waiting game but slightly different; with some hunt thrown in for a twist. Funtimes eh? Ah wells, like I said, s'all good really. This feels nice. A happy contentment. Kinda. Bright days always make me happy.

Mar. 31/Apr. 1
Forget any of this ever happened