Since everyone else is, I guess I'll follow suit.

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession

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Day One:

1. This is the third time you've put me in this awkward position, so I'm a little pissed. I've bitched at you enough about it the first time, and you said you'd never do that again. But you have. Three times total. And, I suppose two of those times have been with the same girl. But there were so far apart and different in nature that it counts as two separate time periods. We even discussed this and you agreed with that statement. It was dumb of me to expect this time to be different, and to expect that you would stick to your word. You think I would have learned by now.

2. You're amazing, and I'm so incredibly glad you found someone. So incredibly glad. But could you please make up your mind? I'm here as long as you want me here, I promised you that in the very beginning and I'll keep that promise. But it's really unfair of you to say one thing and act on another. To tell him that I'm still most important, but then to put him above me in every way you can. I'm not saying that I want to be most important. I don't, to be honest. It's just that you should mean what you say, and let your actions reflect that. It's unfair to keep me around, knowing that I am bound by my word to stay. I told you I would be around, as I am, for however you wanted me to be, as long as you wanted me to. And you deserve that loyalty, I wouldn't give it to you otherwise, and you know it. This promise has become just another obligation at this point, not something I do because I enjoy it. But damnit, I'm not going to go back on my word. Just because you're too indecisive to choose him instead doesn't mean you need to play this unfair game with both of us. And I very much doubt he really wants to share anyways. Please, I'm fine with you demoting me back down to where I was. I would be fine with it, prefer it even, promise. He's a better partner for you than me, anyways. I'm your brain twin, but there are fundamental things about us that don't really pair up. He can keep up with you better, and he's helping you come out of your shell, and I'm forever grateful for it. He's so good for you, and obviously a better choice. I suck at life anyways. But honestly, I'm not fond of feeling like I have to be competing with him for your affection. You know I don't mind sharing. But I know him much better than you know him, dear, and I promise you that he won't be complacent with this situation forever. This is not even a competition I'm sure I want to win anyways, I don't want to feel like I'm obligated to fight with him just so you can feel even more wanted. So would you please release me from this verbal bind, or at least cut me a little slack?

3. I'm not entirely sure how to word this. I've been trying for days without success, and I have a gut feeling that today will be no different in that regard. I feel like I fucked up somewhere, and you neither confirm nor deny. You don't really say anything, which means I probably have, and I'm sorry. And knowing my history of fucking up, it probably isn't anything fixable, or something I can just take back, is it? And I bet I know just what it was, too. My moods have been all over the charts. Indescribably happy to depressed, pissed-the-fuck-off at everything to pissed-the-fuck-off at myself, to reasoning and repressing to accepting and calm, and this dizzying mixture paired with the fact that I'm not in great health right now. Not all of those emotions in that exact order, per-say, but I've had more highs and lows than I've known what to do with. It shouldn't be surprising because it always seems to get that way when you're involved. I just wish I could know what was going on in your head about it, if anything. Because I realize and acknowledge that I am paranoid and stupid and anxious and stress about things that shouldn't worry me, and I realize that I probably have no right or actual logical reason to be thinking these things, and I realize that you might not have even given any real thought to it and have no idea why I would be as emotional as I am over nothing. Well, you know, I have an even better wish. I just wish I could follow the advice a good friend gave me today about it, because that would probably answer the first query. But I suppose I just lack the courage to follow through with it, which is funny, if you think about it. That I can do so much that you would think would bother me, without so much as batting an eye... but I cannot bring myself to pick up that phone and use it and tell you this. I stare at it and play with it occasionally and just think, I've even become so frustrated at myself for it that I've thrown that piece of shit against the wall and watched it break into pieces. But it doesn't really matter I guess. I guess that more than anything, I'm mad at myself for messing things up. I'm depressed over my horrible timing when it comes to messing things up. I'm scared because I'm going through some seriously terrifying shit and there's no one I can really tell about it now. I'm anxious and pessimistic because I need a real friend right now, and it's probably my own damned fault that you're distant. So I guess I'm trying to say I'm mad at me. ...But the least you could do is tell me if I actually have a reason to be.

4. I spoke to your picture the other day and cried. And I know that's all it is, just a picture, a useless piece of paper depicting how you were when you were alive. But it's all of you that I have left. And I felt ridiculous afterwards, that I had cried to a piece of paper. Felt stupid that for a few minutes of my life, I was hoping so much that you could hear me. I don't really believe in that kind of thing though. And I guess it makes this paragraph kind of pointless too, but it doesn't specify that the person ever has to read it.

5. Please stop being stupid. It's frustrating that you could be so smart, so incredibly intelligent, but so dumb. You waste your money on spontaneous and stupid things, run out of the little bit of money you had, and come running to me, a broke college kid, and ask me for money. I don't even have enough to provide for myself, and you want me to carry you too? You knew before you went and blew your money that you needed to pay bills and to pay for an abortion. And god, don't get me started on that. I could go on for ages about how doing what you did to result in that kid was retarded. And I hate how you're using abortion as a method of birth control. You could have used a fucking condom. You keep them right next to where y'all fucked, and you knew you were on the wrong part of your cycle to be fucking like rabbits without condoms.

6. You're neat, and I hope you decide to stick around. Sorry that you popped into my life at such an awkward time.

7. I wish you would actually put some effort into trying to see where I'm coming from. I grant you that much respect, so why can you not grant it back?

8. Thank you for being such an awesome friend. I wish we would see each other more often. Especially because you actually give good advice, and I need someone like you to keep me in line sometimes.

9. I know college is a fun and exciting time, but I see you changing into what you said you'd never become, and I hope you realize that I don't mean to attack you when I point this out.

10. There's no need to be scared, and no need to stress. Nothing has been confirmed yet. And if it turns out that her suspicion was right... well, worry about it then. No point in scaring yourself shitless because of a 'what if'.