"Don't be so clingy" was my mother's favorite catch phrase raising me. It didn't seem to do much good though. As long as I can remember, I have been a rather clingy person- I try to reign it in, especially now that I'm older, but it is my nature. I cling, I run, I hide. Half the time I don't even talk to people I wasn't raised around, or that I don't feel SUPER close and comfortable with. That said, I'm possessive. I'm mildly OCD. And I want those who are mine to be with me often, in some way shape or form. This way I can seek assistance and comfort and consolance.
But- what happens when those people you put your trust in betray you? What happens when they aren't there for you and you are suddenly a depressed shell of a human. What happens when you have clung so much to one person that the stick of your personal Cling-Wrap stops holding them near? What happens when rather than holding your loved ones near, your clinging to them, compels them to leave? What happens when this happens in the middle of your tenth grade year when you are the least emotionally stable? I only wish I knew.
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Ideas
RandomThis is going to be where I post ideas for possible stories, as well as a little bit about myself along the way. I am open to suggestions, and mostly I will decide what I should write based on what people comment about said idea so yeah. Also, plea...
