(oYo)

I try to think that I live without too many regrets, but sometimes I think too much. Plus, its not like I can do shit about most of it. I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about Scott. I had this friend, since fifth grade, we were really close. I liked him, so I told him...I was such a little kid. Anyhu, he was really rude about telling me that he didn't like me. It really hurt my feelings. Then in high school I really liked him off and on, we were so close anyway. When he started going out with this girl, all of our friends started telling me that he was cheating on me. I told them that I never knew me and him where together. I transfered schools, I still talked to Scott, but thats when I fell in love, and not with Scott, with Jason (and that's another long story). Jason and I were having problems and I was talking to Scott about them. Scott was getting really angry and he told me that I had to choose between him and Jason, I didn't want to, but he said if I didn't then he would hate me. So, I chose Jay. That was the beginning of the end of our friendship. He just got kinda cold with me. I still didn't really have any idea that he had feelings for me. I just thought he was acting weird. Then this girl started following us around. all the time. She was obcessed with Scott. She hated me and I hated her right back. Only because she liked Scott and was really rude to me. At first Scott couldn't really stand her, but she wouldn't give up. It got to the point where I would show up at his house and she would be there already. That was irritating. Then I guess they started dating and she forbid that he see me. It was about this time that my own mother had to tell me that Scott had feelings for me the whole time, I just wish he would have made it more apparent. I guess our friends and parents knew, I was just oblivious. Now I don't even have him as a friend. Its so sad, the Scott I knew was funny, crazy, outgoing, and assertive. And thats what I loved about him. Now, he's just so damn whipped, its ridiculous, he's quiet. She's the shot caller. He just does whatever she says. They're supposed to be getting married this month. At least you're less of a pussy when you're whipped and married.