Those probably weren't even about me but just in case they were...

I kinda feel like some kinda of evil temptress... xD So all of a sudden, my phone starts blowing up.
          *Tumblr update from Dylan
          *Facebook status update from Dylan
          *Twitter status update from Dylan
I got all three text messages within a minute or two.
The post on Tumblr said, "No. I can NOT go back. I can never go back."
My response? "Oh? Well... I hope he's okay...I wonder what's going on... Could this be about me? Does he think he can't go back to me? Of course he can coem back to me. He can ALWAYS come back to me..."
Facebook status said, "I can not go back. I won't let myself."
My response? "This must be bothering him a lot... *sigh* I wish I wasn't so conceded... If it is about me, why won't he let himself go back? Of course I want him back. He can come back. Please, by all means, come back!"
Twitter status said, "I'm not going back, I can't. I WON'T."
My response? "Wow, this is really, really bothering him. I want to ask him what's wrong. I want to know. I want him to be okay. I want to talk to him. I want to make him smile, make him feel better... Why won't he talk to me...? Well I guess all I can do is think like an evil, conceded seductress and think; 'Why won't you come back, Dylan? You can come back. Why won't you come back?' Wow, I hate myself sometimes..."
Obviously I'm worried. I want to make sure he is okay. Ugh, he was better with me. I know, I know. He's upset and you're thinking about yourself. No. He was happy with me. Everyone said he was a better person with me. Things weren't so bad when he was with me. Things were easier when he was with me. He had it all with me. The good life. But he threw it away and dove right back down, into that pit of anger, depression, and insanity becuase he thinks Heidi is worth it. Of course, I can see the allure of her. She's beautiful, funny, smart, skinny, and he's liked her for three years. I just wish that she wasn't bad, you know? I wish that she wouldn't lead him on like she is. I wish that she didn't make him feel like shit. I wish she didn't steal him from me. I wish, I wish, I wish. When do wished ever come true anyway? I've been wishing on shooting stars, eyelashes, 11:11, birthday candles and those white dandelions all my life and none of them ever come true. If they did, I would be a singer right now on stage, I would be a size 5, I would still be with Dylan, and our closest friends would be traveling the world with us on tour. I'd get along with my family, we'd have money and things would be easier. No one would feel pain, if my wishes came true. The world would be a happy place if they came true. Goddammit, why don't wishes ever fucking come true?