ASTRID
I can’t put a name to my feelings. Anger, sadness, frustration…everything’s tangled up. All different shades of emotions coalesce together to form this infuriating need to be wrapped in Jordan’s arm.
I’m supposed to hate Jordan. I should hate him for being the reason my life is messed up. It makes no sense that I want him so badly.
I should hate him. He’s the one who keeps driving me crazy, who keeps rejecting me, pushing me away, but no matter how many times I remind myself of that, I still want him.
God I hate how much I want him. It’s infuriating.
God knows I’m trying so hard to get that man off my head, but he’s stuck in my head! The thought of him makes my heart race.
I hate how my body tingles at the sight of him. Just thinking about him makes me tingle, my skin burning
