Oh Jesus

All I think about is Jonathan. Seriously. All I want to talk about is Jonathan. Every chance I get, I somehow hint to someone that I have a boyfriend. Just so then they can ask, "You have a boyfriend?" And then my lungs explode and it almost seems like I'm yelling. "YES I HAVE THE BEST FUCKING BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER SINCE LIKE FOREVER AND WE'RE SO HAPPY TOGETHER THAT IT WOULD MAKE YOU PUKE!"

I need to relax.