You know how it is. You go out with your boyfriend, and for once, you can actually look in the mirror before you leave and think "hey, I actually feel like I look pretty tonight".

You're so fucking excited, and then you see him look at you, and its a look of disappointment, and all of a sudden you feel about 2 inches tall.

 And though it seems impossible, you manage to feel smaller and smaller, and you wonder why he invited you just to ignore you.

 Still, you wait around for him for ages, it doesn't matter that you wanted to leave two hours ago, because you'll go home and have him al to yourself. You can curl up next to him and talk about everything you wanted to tell him since you saw him last.

But it turns out you've just wasted a lot of time, because he'd rather play video games than take you home.

But it's not like he waited until you said something to tell you that, right? Oh wait.. Fuck...

You wait alone for your mum to come get you. The only consolation is that you manage to get into the car before you start crying.

Sometimes, I think of you, and I cant help but wonder if you're thinking about me at the same time.

Sometimes I wonder if you think of me at all, or if you miss me as much as I do you.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if it was you I shared my bed with.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone else knows the name of the girl who winds her way through more than one of your notes...

Mostly I wonder if you're happy. And if you're not, I wonder how you might be.