Dear Ariella,
I'm quite the dick in the endings of some of these letters, aren't I?
My depression isn't your fault, Ariella
It's mine
Because I'm stupid.
And you're amazing.
I saw you in swim today.
I'm glad the divers don't have to wear those skimpy speedos.
You looked great in your diver bikini, too.
Not that I was looking at it
Or you.
Well I was looking at you,
But you have a great body.
Not that I was disrespecting your body or anything.
It's just you're so beautiful.
You think I'm a jerk, don't you?
I wouldn't blame you.
I bet I hate me more than you do.
-Lucas
