Lost in Translation?

I feel I'm at a lost for words, but I could go on...

I don't think I've ever felt so consistently happy like this throughout the entire year, let alone in a while. Prom, Grad Nite, Homecoming, money, gifts or anything materialistic of that matter hasn't had an impact as big as this. It has never felt so good to be myself. Aura is apparently shitting bricks out of her happiness. I on the other hand must be displacing concrete cylinders out of this ecstasy. Am I rolling or something?
Through a combination of several friends, old and new alike, I'm learning about myself more than I am about them. Is it bad that I'm not gaining any insight about them? Not in this case, since learning about yourself is just as important.
I've been talking, I've been reading, but most of all, I've been listening. With the variety of lifestyles and changes that happen on a daily basis, the greatest satisfaction is just for someone to be understood. Now that I've taken this in, it isn't as hard to believe why I can do this for others, vice versa. I'm ready for acceptance just as much you are. Just allow me to bridge the trust in between. Like James said, the feeling of a lonely struggle is all a lie. It takes a great listener to understand others and yourself.

I'd like to take advantage of this happiness, euphoria, heart-stopping, speechlessness right now and express how much IDGAF about how things have been challenging. I'm glad things have happened the way they did. The dreads of waking up from dreams or facing consequences for things not yet understood; it's the only way to grow. Life is for living and suffering is optional. I need to embrace change because before I know it, it's a checkmate into reality.

Since my only sense of communication lies within a pen and paper, keyboard in this case, I have meant to write more, but the week has gone in an instant. I don't feel like posting everyday because I want my writing to be developed in context from both myself and my readers.
On another note, I found my physical journal dated August 2005 - August 2007 (2008 perhaps?). Le Carte Blanche is what I named it. In French, it literally means, "blank card or check". Historically, it has been used to as a military term to announce unconditional surrender. The loser held up a blank card or flag to symbolize the victor's rights to do whatever he wished, as seen to the right.
For my journal, it was the sense of giving up all of my pride, insecurities, and deepest thoughts for the satisfaction of my reader. I have somewhat kept that concept in this journal, but there are things that are too private to be posted publicly.

So am I really speechless? Not really, but I'm a hopeful believer now.
Viva La Vida - Coldplay