Caught me a macrol!

I'm going to miss that friend o' mine. It's a shame. My friends seem to be droppin' like flies. Me? Them? Both. Yes. Ah well. I didn't return the feelings he had, but the attention was nice. I won't lie, a little clean attention from a guy is very nice, especially in real life.
Which brings me to gush. Oh for how long was I wondering? Long enough, but I've got my answer. And it's that the guy I thought was the sweetest likes me. It's out there. Acting on it? Nah. Smooth rides are the best. Who needs to dwell on a nice thing and ruin it? Best part is I reared the conversation in that direction myself with sheer will. Cunning, I think so. I could be. I'd need an outsider opinion.
On the flip side bro' IT came back. Yes. That wonderous issue with oxygen and it going through my windpipe, filling my lungs enough to relief, and leaving as hot, dirty air. Is there a boulder on my chest? Not since the last time I checked. At least it's not so bad, but it's brought my to wonder where it came from this time? It uncovered it's ugly head this morning before I knew much of any uncomfortable situation. If anything I'd say I was rather gleeful. Not so much that I was fidgeting or giggling every pop second I thought, but enough that I had a slow, easy smile going the whole morning, and mostly through the day, especially at lunch when all the girl mumurs began. It was like a vaccum in a room over. The constant humming of our voices and giggles. (Hey that was kind of good... )
Anyways, I guess my confession of today is that Mr. Everything is bobbing in deep seas. Bobbing up into a nice sunset, and then back down into a circle of sharks. Me? I've got the fishing pole and the ability to decide. I need to get it out there and argue! I need to get my point across! I need my respect!! I also need some good reasons why I will decide what I decide. Pro and con list, ya'h know. Discussion is in need. Heavy discussion tonight. This BEGINS tonight.