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• Clover •
I can't believe he had the nerve to speak to me like that and I bet she still let's him go over there. Shaniyah can't do anything right.
She's waste of air in my opinion. All she ever does is let me down.
I don't remember what exactly happened but all I remember was that one minute I was in my room and then I was at his place.
It was nicer here, more fun and stress free.
I don't know what it is but I just can't seem to leave junior alone. I don't think I'm in love with him but he's the only one who truly cares about me.
Everyone else sees me as too much but he sees me as enough, he loves that I'm a mess and I love that he's just as messed up as me. We're like two total opposites but so similar at the same time.
He can be rude and nonchalant sometimes especially when we're around his friends but in private he treats me good most of the time, of course he has his moments but he showers me with love, affection, flowers and all sorts of gifts so I can't really complain.
He doesn't want to go public because of our past well especially my past. He hates that I was so flirty before we became a thing even though I've told him that I've only slept with him.. willingly at least but for some reason he doesn't believe me.
I know I should say more and stick up for myself more but I just can't. I hate how weak I get when it comes to junior. I'm a strong girl so I don't know why I let him do the things he does but he loves me. He says it all the time. All my life that's all I've ever wanted so why would I give up on him? Someone who loves me despite all my flaws. He may have some different expectations for me and our relationship but I'll deal with it.
He's the only one who's truly ever loved me, my own parents find it hard to love me but honestly I get it, I'm very stressful and consuming so it was bound to happen. I'm just too much, too intense.
Me and junior are just two fucked up people trying to make sense of what love really is.
April 30th.
It's been two weeks since I left, it's my birthday today. I don't think anyone around me cares or knows. I've barely been sober since the day I left.
"You look so fucking good." He groaned as he kissed up and down my chest, "I'm not in the mood." I said pushing him back
"Then just lay back and let me do all the work." "No.. seriously stop."
