Clingy

I hate to feel clingy. That's one thing I hate about myself. I do that.
That being "clingy."

I hate feeling like a nuisance or an annoyance. Being clingy seems to produce those kinds of feelings.

But maybe it's a good thing. Certainly better than not being close enough, right? I'd rather be clingy than ignorant.
Or at least I'd rather have someone who's clingy rather than ignorant.
I wonder what she would rather have...

If I asked her would that be a sign of obsessiveness?
Yes.
Aren't clingy-ness and obsessiveness cousins or related or basically the same thing?
Yeah, pretty much.

hmmmmmmmmm.....

I guess I won't then.

I just don't want her to become upset when I send her 3 texts within 3 hours because I receive no response.
Well actually that's because I needed to know real quick. So this was an isolated incident. Is that the correct term for something like this? It's the name of a Dane Cook comedy routine...hmmmm...

I should set up a rule where I don't send more than 2 texts that receive no reply per day. That sounds good. Don't want to be clingy.

I just want her to know I'm always thinking of her

Affection of a Madman

The definition of insanity is to do something over and over and expect different results. If this is true, I'd rather be a madman than a sane. Because experiencing something like this can is worth every minute of it's downfall. As much as it pains me to see it crumple, the time in it's prime will leave the larger impact. I'm willing to do that for her.

Nothing gold can stay. But God Dammit I'm willing to try.