I Guess I'm Pretty Emotional.

So, This Is My Life. And I Want You To Know That I Am Both Happy And Sad And I'm Still Trying To Figure Out How That Could Be.

Sometimes, I Look Outside, And I Think That A Lot Of Other People Have Seen This Snow Before. Just Like I Think That A Lot Of Other People Have Read Those Books Before. And Listened To Those Songs. I Wonder How They Feel Tonight.

I Am Writing To You Because She Said You Listen And Understand And Didn't Try To Sleep With That Person At That Party Even Though You Could Have.

If It Meant That I Would Never Get To Think Of You That Way, As Long As You Were Happy, It Was Okay.

I Couldn't Believe Sam Actually Got Me A Present Because I Honestly Thought The "i Love You" Was It.