You, not Me

So, I wrote out about a 500 word blog a few minutes ago, essentially a dissertation on my narcissistic despair (god I've got a one-track mind), which I scrapped for artistic reasons. Now, I shall proceed to write a blog in which I do not refer to myself at all (except for now, obviously):

You are at the top of the list (interpret as you wish)
She just turned 17
He is going to be sad for a long, long time
They are perfect for each-other, but they don't know it yet
You didn't make onto the list til now ( HA!)
You dropped off the face of the Earth
She is hiding in plain sight
Nobody wants to hug her
Everyone loves to be near him
Someone loves You, but won't tell you
You love Someone and they don't know
Your love is frowned upon (Go You!)
Your love is too ( Because it's fake)
He is using Her
She doesn't care
You're on the list AGAIN
You never went through with it ( What a surprise...)
You did ( Actually surprising)
She disappeared
He found her ( and they ran away together)
She mocked her ( and she got what she had coming)
She took it ( good thing her friends got her back)
He got lost
They found the way home
Your life is like a movie ( A horror movie)
His family is rich as sin
Her gerbil died
They like Ouija
He'll be there for her (like you couldn't be)
Last, but decidedly not least; You make it onto the list a third and final time.