Worst Gift Ever

I never called you my "Boyfriend" with a label on it. Thats a word that hyper active teenagers use as they twirl their hair and talk on the phone. Neither of which i do. But... in my head, let me have the fantasy. Let me forget all the bad stuff, filter out the good, and just let me have whats in my head.
**POP**
Shit, there went my balloon. Now, do i disappear? Or put up with the pain of being your friend? Disappearing means anxiety, the what-if's and where/how-is-he? but staying your friend... at least i can see you be happy. Decisions, decisions...

**UPDATE** I disappeared from another friend, but couldn't bear to disappear from you. There is a saying that goes something like "I'd rather be in your life as a friend, then not at all." I'll keep ya posted...

Jealous 2

Well, that went well, idiot. You cant TELL her what we're doing. you cant TELL her to check your phone. And you cannot ever EVER tell her my name! Duh. So, now you're alone. again. And... yup, there's my phone. Surprise. **yawn**


**Update** She left him. Yeah, seriously.