Dear Ariella,

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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