Jones_0
Why do places you hate make you grow the most? Why do places you loathe make you into the person that you are supposed to be? You claw your way from the expectations but in the end don't we all conform? Don't we all force ourselves into the circles drawn for us?
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"I've had time to think about it. See, rich girls are easy: you just ignore 'em. Let 'em chase you. But you..." He sits up, resting his arms on his knees, completely blase. "You're at war with yourself. You want to hate this place, but you also want it to want you. So I'd make you feel like you run shit, you own it and me, make you think that I will do anything you want. Make you feel like I will get on my knees for you at the princesses beck and call and then one day I wouldn't show up. Ghost you, leave you without your little cuck. That's when you'd text me at 2am frustrated, because for once, you're not the one being chased. You wouldn't be in control and you hate that."