and i think it might be love, this could be love

It gives me great satisfaction to see my friends happy. I was out Friday night and there were couples everywhere, holding hands or hugging or whatever, and I think that typically single people feel a twinge of jealousy when they're surrounded by people who are all coupled up.

However, I was merely pleased to see these couples being happy. I don't want to be in a relationship myself, and I don't feel the need to have someone who could be with me like them. In a way yes, I wanted someone to hold, but not enough. Nothing permanent. I was just really satisfied knowing that other people were content.

Which reminds me of Maze Day. It was a twisted, funny day for emotions, but ultimately, I discovered that I was extremely, extremely satisfied with life. I remember feeling like I wanted nothing more, absolutely nothing, and it was better than being happy, it was being supremely content. It was an excellent week, actually, and I felt so unbelievably pleased with my friends and the life that we were living for those few days. It wasn't an overwhelming, bubbly giddiness, but it was a happy, fresh-air type of satisfaction--possibly even classified as warm and fuzzy.

Like Oswald says, school is depressing. I concur.
However, I liked that feeling of wanting nothing more. I like it better than being happy, because I think it transcends happiness. And I have it when I am with my friends.
So I'd just like to thank you for being a friend.