Argh.

All alone, alone, and boyfriend-less. I was cool with it until a week ago. I was happy being single. Happy. Confident. A modern, independant girl, who didn't need a man to decide how she felt.

And then Idiot Ryan had to vaguely ask me out and it opened up a whole new scary world of possibilities. Scary, but exciting. And now my sixteenth birthday is the day after tomorrow and I have no one to buy me flowers and kiss me in that lovely special way and whisper 'Happy Birthday'.

That's all.

Alone.

All alone.

Aloonneeeee.