No Time To Think.

I'm wondering which is better; if its better to have been loved and then thrown away, or knowing you were trash the whole time. Never having a relationship, school-wise and even me-wise, seems to be working out just fine. It's just when someone comments on it, like, "Still no boyfriend?", it starts to tear. I feel like a good guy friend should be enough, but now I believe I am expecting too much. Every time I'm on the brink of the words that are so necessary to expel, I choke and hang up the phone. "Bad reception," I'll fake, soon I'll be staticing straight to black.
I wish I could come up with a point for this, but I don't think I have one, they're just the same as before. The constant debate, better off alone? And slowly it comes in to focus, maybe I'm just better off without the people who believe its necessary for me to live with or without another person. Some how that seems alot harder than just finding a damn boyfriend.