Separate

...fact from fiction.

...fantasy from reality.

...emotions from common sense.

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I hate being that guy. You described it so perfectly; the one who has the hidden agenda, who tags along when they're not invited, makes themselves welcome when they're not. The one who is trying to achieve their own means, who just doesn't get it.

The guy you want to have just stay put, to not get more involved than they already are, to not meddle in your affairs. The one you're so nice to, only making it worse.

The one who makes your life so much more complicated. The one not happy with just being friends. The one who thinks you like them. The one who is flirty. Gah.



The one that is trying so hard now to just be the best friend he can be. The one who is trying to put aside every emotion he's ever had. The one who feels awful to put you through the things he does. The one who should have realized what an idiot he's been. The one who's missed every single sign pointing them in the opposite direction.

The one you might not see as much for a while. The one who will become invisible to correct it. The one who isn't angry with anyone but himself. The one who isn't even going to entertain the idea from this point on. The one who doesn't care what's happened in the past, only what to change in the future.


The one who is just going to keep on living.
The one who wants you to slap them across the face from time to time.
The one who got caught up in ambiguity.
The one who just needs to be named to make it concrete.
The one who feels like shit, and not because of you.

The one who just wants to be your friend.


Yeah, I hate being that guy.