if u - Maria Patricia

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if u

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Striking lights and bitter sips of whiskey, everything felt ridiculous.

How awful does it feel to hate your own personality?Todos los derechos reservados

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[COMPLETED] Sometimes I think I have no real personality but a weird combination of likes and dislikes and a morbid sense of humour that masquerades as one.

I want her to be mine and mine alone. I want to fuck her that she wouldn't be able to stand up, why is this happen to me I can't believe I hated this person with a passion and would never fall for How could I fall for this person I used to hate with a passion. I can't believe I having these thoughts about him why, its like Im in a pool of pleasure that can't get over it Two people who used to hate each other with a passion but end up fall for each other in unexpected events and overcome a constant trail of dangerous events

'I hate him, I hate him!' I yelled it through the cafe where I was with my two of my best friends. They gave me another glass of whiskey. I take it in one shot. 'He really does anything only to speak to me. He is ignorant! He owns a company and thinks he is everything. Almost everyone in the company talks about him. Handsome??? There are plenty of guys who are more handsome than him. Just look at .... the first chaper!!! :)

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"Dreams have meaning," They say. "Dreams symbolize your current life situation," They say. Well, what does it mean and or symbolizes when I see that asshole, Emmett Larkin's face in my dreams? I doubt that means anything apart from he's the worst person to exist. I mean, seriously, who goes their way and annoy the living daylights out of my soul every time he sees me. No one besides Emmett fucking Larkin. Sure, he's cute and talented, but that doesn't mean he can simply act so arrogant. So arrogant that his day wouldn't be complete if he doesn't annoy me. I'm certain it's always in his to-do list every day. I tried to steer clear from him but, surprise surprise, he still finds a way to irritate me. Like for example, not only he annoys me on campus, but apparently he also had invaded my dreams. My dreams are always bubbly and relaxing... But then the asshole's face showed up out of nowhere. Weirdly enough, he's different in my dreams. Nicer and calm and thoughtful, which made his cute face even more attractive. Wait, wait... No, stop. He's still the worst. Especially when my subconscious makes me want to fall in love with him like that. It only made me hate him more. Still, some dreams DO have meaning. The more times I see his face, the more curious I am to know what it all means. Some say if someone appears in your dreams that someone is also dreaming about you. But I doubt Emmett Larkin thinks about me. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 226,000+

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It's not worth it anymore. The fighting, the hurt, the beatings. It was never going to be worth it. But for love...well love makes you stupid. And I loved him with all my heart. I met the real man who would save me. Like how Bell was saved from Gaston. Except she lived the high life and didn't fear for her existence after her first encounter. After my first encounter with Axel, and a dreamy one-night stand. The only option for me was to stay away from him and keep to Marcus. But Marcus is destroying me. *** "Don't you dare tell me how easy it is to leave and abusive relationship when you've never been in one, Axel!" Tears poured down my cheeks and all I wanted to do in that moment was crawl into the same hole I should never have crawled out from and die. "And I was heartbroken, and scared and anxious. I was worried and I felt weak, and I had no idea how I was ever going to come up with the strength. But I just closed my eyes and took a blind leap. I found you, Cordilia and I'll be dammed if I let that asshole take you away from me."

He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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