If I had just taken my own advice and just been "bold" from the start, I never would have backed myself into this corner. But that's the problem. I can be a muse to ten people and give them a hundred ideas to solve their problems, but when I'm stumped. I have no solutions left for myself. And I can only drop so many hints for him. I keep saying yes when he asks me when I'm angry, but I'm not. I'm FRUSTRATED. What's worse, is that I keep telling him that I'm frustrated with him. And I shouldn't be. I should be frustrated with myself!

Ever get that replaced feeling? You know the one that you feel right in the pit of your stomach? Well, if you have, you know how much it sucks. If you haven't, try and keep it that way- that isn't a feeling I'd want even my biggest enemy to experience. I bet you've all said something you didn't think would totally blow up in your face, right? Yeah, well, I have too. Like last night when I learned that you really do sink to the bottom when you test the water with both feet. So my advice to you in order to avoid drowning... don't jump to conclusions- the only person you're going to disappoint and hurt is yourself. I guess that would all make a little more sense if we all knew what happened, right? Yeha, I figured. So here goes... Okay, let's start off from square one. We have a boy and a girl. A few years back, girl liked boy. Boy liked girl's friend and so it never really went anywhere. More recently however, boy and girl have become better friends. Sure, they still have their off days where she wants to push his sarcastic ass into oncoming traffic but she feels that there is a real friendship there. Now boy and girl have been talking through a bunch of texts lately. Boy tells girl that there's this girl that's really out of his league. She's gorgeous (the drop dead kind). He also tells her that there are days that they click- great chemistry, lots to say, all smiles and other days, there's nothing. Now girl realized that she was pretty jealous of this girl at first. But as they got deeper into conversation, it started to sound almost like boy was talking about her. So girl says something... "this girl sounds an awful lot like me... that or my friend." Now butterflies of anticipation made her nearly throw up as she waited the responding text. "Wrong on both counts," Boy says. And her heart sinks a little. See. Disappointment. Nothing good ever comes of it.