My life bothers me. It bothers me how my best friend is my ex-boyfriend. It bothers me that I don't care that my best friend is my ex-boyfriend. It bothers me that he still means everything to me. It bothers me that I can't picture myself without him. It bothers me how I can tell him things I can't even tell Carly. It bothers me that he can tell me things he can't tell anyone else. It bothers me that he is still the most gorgeous person in the world. It bothers me that he was with Rachael. It bothers me that I've never been with anyone else. It bothers me that I don't even really want to be with anyone else. Like I said, my life bothers me. Well, off to another day in the company of Jesse. Wondering if my happiness now is screwing me over later. And what bothers me THE MOST is that none of that stuff actually bothers me.