Why You So Obsessed With Me Meme Novels & Stories

Clark wasn't on I*******m because he thought it was a waste of time and was for the jobless people who just wanted to flaunt stuff. On the other hand, I was initially quite pleased and flattered to be somewhat popular. Somehow the people had managed to discover my I*******m account because I got over twenty thousand followers liking my silly memes and embarrassing pictures. After all, I was the 'billionaire's girlfriend.'

Possibly escaped from a lab. As crazy as a cannibalistic rabbit with swine flu. That’s the only explanation. I sit on the bed, lace my boots tight, and let the questions roll in anyway. I get how obsession happens. I get how a lunatic can latch on and spiral. But why me? Where did we even meet? And seriously — why me? I skip makeup, swipe on pink gloss, and stare at my reflection. I look normal. Annoyingly normal. Definitely not balloon-based-declarations-of-possession material.

LOGAN. Why? I don’t ever get obsessed with someone; even the moon goddess knows that. Aside from my mother, whom I have loved ever so much, and Madam Yv, a little bit of my brother, though sometimes, I still feel like smashing his face. And Gus, I don’t think I have become obsessed with someone before. Until she came stumbling into my life, her blonde hair never seemed to leave my memories, even as far as I pushed, they came back, ten times bigger. Fuck. I am getting obsessed with her.

He either smirked, scoffed or chuckled, the one that doesn't reach his dark eyes. But seeing him laugh for the first time, made a small smile appear on my lips, before I was able to get control of myself. “ Who told you I was obsessed with your body, Bunny?” He asked, and I furrowed my brows. “ Aren't you obsessed with my body? So why are you still lurking around me?” My frown deepened, and for some reason I felt offended and angry inside of me. “ Nope, I'm not obsessed with your body ... .alone,” he said, dragging the last words, and I looked at him keenly, curiosity overwhelmed me. “ I'm obsessed with you, and part of you is your body which I'm also obsessed with.”

Jennifer, who was only a year younger than Vicky, had experienced no less than Vicky over the years. Seeing Vicky's interest in the topic, Jennifer spoke up, "Anthony's mother told me that most obsessions aren't from true emotions, but rather a person's deeply ingrained principles. Some people have a strong obsession with certain things, which may be due to experiencing something profound that contradicts their beliefs."

Grinning, I sat up straighter in his lap, "First question....Why are you so obsessed with me?" "You're mine....I told you." He didn't even deny the 'obsessed' part. "Why am I yours?" "Because I claimed you." "Why did you claim me?" "Because I like you." "Why do you like me?" "Because you're you." I scowled. "What kind of lame ass answer is that?!" "You're the one asking lame ass questions. Besides, you've already done five. It's my turn." "I only asked four....none of which you've answered properly." I shot him a glare. "Anyway, last one...How did you end up in this business? Did your father---"

" I asked again. "What do they say? " he brought his face a bit closer to mine and gave me a pretty smile and asked. I was wondering if I should ask him something like this or not. " Do you wish it not to be a girl ? " I asked awkwardly. I didn't know if it was appropriate to ask him something like that but I did anyway. I wasn't thinking much while asking. He laughed a bit and looked up at the sky again. "Who knows! I just never found anyone for whom I could be obsessed," he replied.

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

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It was possible that a nutritious breakfast would lift my spirits so I crawled into the kitchen, prepared the food and started checking my phone while eating breakfast, initially I was very relieved to see that I did not have any missed calls from unknown numbers, but something caught my attention, it was a private message I received on F******k. “You want to believe that you love Isaac, but in reality you only feel sorry for him, you haven't managed to forget me and you won't either. You may want to make me jealous with him but let me tell you that I don't care in the least, anyway you are not going to last at all.”