#354.
I swear to God I feel so greedy sometimes. Those times when I want to be around you all the time, to do all the stuff they do in the movies. To grease off all the girls you talk to, even though I know you wouldn't. Just to warn them off, you know? I feel greedy because during these times, I want you to act exactly the way I want (idek if that makes sense) to blurt out all the words I need to hear. Yes, I realise you're a human being, with your own thoughts, your own actions. I realise you do do say what I want you to say sometimes.


But right now, I feel as if you don't need me. I feel as if you're not thinking about me, as if you've never thought about me, as if you're so distant, and as if I don't even matter to you.
I'm blogging this out because I'm nearly one hundred percent sure that if I told you this, you'd deny it at all costs, and make me feel stupid for even thinking it. And then I'd feel that sense of greed, that sense of clingyness all over again.


I've told you that I was clingy, you didn't believe me. You told me you're clingy. Hardly. I know you're hanging with your friends tomorrow, I know you asked me to come, and I know I'm busy with work. I wish I could spend all that time with you, with no ramifications, with no consequences and no limits. And I hate that we can't have that.


Maybe this is just my head subconsciously searching for some drama to be a dramatic bitch about.




I'm not any less in love with you or the necklace. It's not going anywhere anytime soon, bapy.

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