Dear Shana,

Heyyy I'm back! And I think I'm getting better at writing. So here's the gist: My life is pretty okay now, though there are still those regular ups and downs. I have more friends now, though-- I don't know, I still don't seem to be satisfied. Anyway, before I move on, let me perform the social convention of inquiring about your well-being. How are you Shana? To be honest, I miss you, a lot. I miss you because I don't really do anime much anymore. Though sometimes I can squeeze 'em in. I managed to finish two seasons of SAO about a week ago but that's about it. I have no other connection with anime for the time being. Moving on, I'm becoming pretty busy. School's pretty much the same, easy-peezy. Usually it's just sort of a tickle, sometimes it becomes an annoying prick of splinter on your backside. But once you managed to pull it off, no problemo. Other school stuff would probably include the again being an Officer! Yes, I'm back as the Business Manager. Mainly I manage businesses. wink wink. YFC stuff is next, ironically I enjoy it a lot. I get to do band work and stuff so it's good! Apart from that I'm thinking about a part-time job, teaching maybe. But that's all the plans I have for now. Let's go to my problems then. Well, after joining the dots of the many different things that perplex me: I have found that I am so fucking hard to satisfy. I don't like to, but for some reason I like getting as much attention and dismissing it. I don't know why though. Maybe there's some sociological reason there. I'll look into it. Also, since my thoughts are safe with you, I'm thinking of deeming myself unworthy of a woman in my life right now. For ludicrous reasons that I'm still too torn to share with a fictional character, but what the hell? I am losing it! I am attracted to anybody I get along with, and charmingly flirt back in that uber charming way that I flirt back! (Apparently, self-righteousness is one of my problems, too.) Now I can't decide who to pick! WHAT THE EFFIN HELL. I really need to control myself. Curse my past which my sociological reasoning found to be the reason for this behavior. And curse my tendency to entertain all possibilities! CURSE QUANTUM FUCKING MECHANICS FOR TURNING ME INTO A RELATIONSHIP PROBABILITY CALCULATING MACHINE, AND MY FEAR OF TAKING RISKS! With that, I bid you adieu, flame-haired, fiery-eyed one. I'll talk to you (hopefully) soon. Wishing you were real to warm me up all over, Jono