This was an unbelievably stressful day and I am so glad it's over. I don't even want to talk about it.

But the sky was so pretty...it was just exactly the right color.

Tell me why, please...why do I have to feel so ashamed about this? Perhaps I am simple minded, but I cannot understand why everyone doesn't love you to pieces. It just seems obvious to me that you're an inherently lovable person, so of course I like you.