I’m not perfect because I’m petty. “Petty” is uncapping the syrup bottle and doing pirouettes in the kitchen because he thinks he can get get rid of you easy and you think to yourself, “Nah, playboy. Dealing with me is a sticky situation.” I don’t know if the syrup was worse than the egging but I do know that he should have never done whatever it was he did (because you know I already forgot what it was). Really… I was just angry… at everything.
“You have anger issues,” he likes to tell me. But.. No, I’m just not happy as I should be.
I don’t know if it’s over. As of this minute, it is, but you know how arguments go. Thing is, I don’t want to be with anyone who doesn’t want to be with me. I suppose I’m at that point where I’m letting a dog roam. He’ll soon learn that I’m off limits once he’s walked out of my door because I don’t take in strays. He’s gotten upset at me before, for being able to get so cold and cut off my love. But, after my last “relationship” I’ve learned that no relationship matters enough to lose my happiness.
I’m definitely clingy. I know this because he just told me I am about an hour ago. Until just now, I’ve been trying to fight admitting the fact that I want to be all up under my guy as much as possible… but enough of the denial. There have always been particular labels I think a woman tries to avoid in her life: bitch, hoe, prude, crazy, dumb and (seemingly less threatening of these) clingy. I didn’t think I was clingy until I admitted to myself that I am most comfortable doing what I love in life, when I have love in my life. I tell you… it’s hard to focus when you don’t know where your man is. But when you feel supported and loved, there’s nothing you can’t handle