Well, that didn't work out as planned. The shameless effort to see Dancer one-on-one was a flop. Instead, though, I'll be seeing Baby -- which is a good thing in and of itself, considering she's a decent kid, but now the genders are all messed up for this project. Oh well. * Dear Faces, Last night Dancer taught me how to do Jumpstyle. I botched that worse than I messed up the dances you taught me when you were here. Can you do Jumpstyle too? If you can, you will be even more of my favorite. I thought about you all last night, too. Even as I was watching Dancer and reflecting on how attractive he was, I was comparing him to you... and of course you won out. I wish I could have danced with you once. * * Dear Bangs, Friday you asked me if my plans included anyone in particular... Do you already know? Has Faces told you what I haven't? * * * Dear Dancer, I wish I wasn't so nervous around you. Your stunning good looks put me off a bit. Sometimes I think you've noticed me, and sometimes I think I'm just another random (annoying) kid to you. Either way... I'm going to keep telling myself that you're just practice, because after this year I won't see you again either. There's no need for me to get involved with two people who I'll never see. * * * * Dear Vati, You told her you loved her. Now, three months later, you're making out with some new girl. Is that what you think love is? How do you think Angel would feel if she knew? Also, you're totally taking advantage of Skinny. You "don't want a girlfriend" but are still willing to "snog" her in public. Very much in public. As much as I like you, kid, I think I'm justified in calling you a whore. Behind your back, of course. * * * * * Dear Buckle, So you like Monday, huh? Too bad she's got a boyfriend. It's also too bad that Monday is your choice, since Wifey wants to see you get together with Baby. I think Wifey is on the wrong track, though. Baby and XC should get together, I think. Although that leads to further complications in our fake family tree... * * * * * * Actions speak louder than words, yet I never take action. Maybe it's because it's easier to shout across oceans than reach across them.

Hello, world. This is me. I think I'm glad to meet you. * Dear Color, I should really tell you that certain habits you have drive me up the wall. You remind me of my mother sometimes. And that does not reflect well on you. I thought that time would bring us together, but really, it made me reconsider you as a person. Further, you, Hair, and Glasses all seem to be dropping me. And that's fine, I realize friends change. But all the same, when I'm with the three of you and you just leave, like you've totally forgotten me, well, it stings a little. You know how I hate to be alone. Well, that's all. * * Dear Bangs, I should really tell you that I'm in love with him. That might be an important thing for you to know, considering he lived with you and you're still really close with him. And since you weren't there when he and I had our thing, it might be a good idea to tell you. I wouldn't feel guilty or uncomfortable about hiding it from you. But then, I don't know what he's said to you or if he's said anything at all. We'll see how this plays out. * * * Dear Echter, I already told you how much you mean to me. I already told you that I'm sorry for how annoying I can be. I already told you that right now I really don't have anyone else to talk to. I should tell you less, honestly. You shouldn't have to bear my burdens, whether they're heavy or totally frivolous. * * * * Dear Faces, I should tell you... I love you. I fell in love with you in those four days, and now I can't get past that. Silly, isn't it? And now that you're so far away, I've realized that I missed what may turn out to be a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Ich haette dich kuessen sollen. * * * * * "Letters I've written, never meaning to send..." I suppose these would fall in that category. * * * * * * Dear Reader...