Awkward.

You know that moment where you're in an elevator and you have to fart really really badly, but have to hold it in because there's someone standing two feet away from you? But then with five floors left to go, you can't hold it in and explode? The first thing that hits you is regret, why oh why did I eat that five layer extra cheesey burrito from Taco Bell? Then there's that feeling of standing their for thirty seconds in that 5x8 cube of your own air shit. It's just....awkward. Yeah, you know that feeling? Well, that's sort of how I'm feeling right now.
   Perhaps that wasn't the best analogy to use, but you get my point. Or not.
   Anyways, I guess I should start at the beginning of this. There's this guy. I know, I know, whoop dee doo another teenager blogging about guy problems. It's just there's something about Dawson, he's different. I mean, if someone is important enough to end up in this stupid blog, then trust me they mean something to me. ANYWAYS, I've always had a little thing for him, even when we were young. Like in sixth grade during my awkward-er-er years I got teased a lot for, yes, being too skinny. Being the gentleman he is, he punched those hoes in the face. However, I'd never had the guts to tell him how I felt, I just kept it bottle up inside me...like a fart. And as most of you can guess what happened next, I had to let everything out.
   Now here's where all the regret comes in. Was telling Dawson the best thing to do? I mean, keeping all these emotion bottle up inside me can't be healthy right? What if he doesn't even want to stay friends? Do any of you even get this whole analogy? I know it's ridiculous to say I'm in love, I'm not... But this is the closest thing I've got and I dont want to lose it.
  So, here I am blogging in a room full of awkwardness waiting for his response. Waiting...and for now that's all I can do until he responds. What's the worst thing that can happen? He could 1. keep riding in the elevator with me until we reach the first floor, 2. pretend like he didnt hear anything, or 3.get the hell out and never talk to me again. Fingers crossed for number one.
  Well, chances are the three of you reading this wont get any of it and normally I'd go into more depth, but my phone is buzzing and I'd love to read what it says.