By DesperateDoll 80
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I'd always wondered about your life. How you spent your time. Where you lived. What your friends were like. Almost from the first moment we met I knew I wanted you more than you wanted me. When I don't talk to you for a while I allow myself to think that I'm clever and beautiful and interesting. As soon as you come back into my life though there's this uneasy sense that flows through me that fundamentally I am just not enough, not good enough, not smart enough, not interesting or attractive enough. I should keep away from you really. That would allow me to keep up the pretence. But of course I don't. I can't. You are fucking kryptonite: beautiful, fascinating, self-aware, unbelievably filthy and only interested in me because I'm convenient and desperate for your attention.
