I wish my name was Skylar. I went to montessori school with a kid named Skylar and he was the cutest thing you would ever see, except for perhaps a certain couple that I am not going to mention here for their dignity's sake.

He and one of my best friends were "boyfriend and girlfriend." It was the sweetest thing I'd ever seen, except for the fact that I was green with envy and I wanted to be BoyfriendAndGirlfriend with someone too.

It's the same sort of thing right now. I'm completely susceptible to any sort of wooing or adorableness. I die. I think I'm going to steal the Dashboard Confessional lyric again.

My hopes are so high,
that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer

Go ahead.

I'm really full of excitement. For what's going on right now, for what's going to happen in the future. I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm excited for it to come. Today has been a good day, not in any particular way, but definitely alright. And then, it's not so much. It's kind of bipolar. Bad things, fabulous things.

It's just...fantastic. To have a niche. Third year I've been at this school and I'm finally truly happy with where I am. Happier than I could ever imagine. Everyone's beautiful and honestly it's an honor to be friends with such good people. Good. Not fake. Not temporary. I can feel that these ties are going to last. I was going to say that the people I'm with now aren't unhappy with themselves or unhappy in general, but I don't know that. I don't know what's going on inside some people. Not really. I can sympathize, empathize, offer a golden toilet of advice. But whether my friends are unhappy does not affect their capacities to be good people or good friends. It's how they exhibit their ability to love and to push their way through whatever turmoil is raging around them or inside them.

Good people.

Two messages for two different people:

I worry about you, but I know you'll be okay. You're stronger than what's trying to beat you now. You're wise and you have a strong sense of self. You know yourself and you know what you can do.

And you. I've told you this before. You are beautiful, you underestimate yourself. You are a strong, intelligent young sir...so hard on yourself. Give yourself credit for being amazing every once in a while, listen to us. It does wonders to one's confidence.

I love you. Everyone.