I never thought I'd turn into fricking Bella Swan. I am the most painfully average person ever, so normal and uninteresting and not particularly beautiful or good at anything, and yet I've got not one, not even two, but three people chasing after my love. I can't understand why. It sucks because I care about all of them- they're all very close friends, all very important to me- and I don't want to hurt anybody. They've all got their pros and cons and they're all pretty equally good for me... I just don't know what to do.