Summary
I’m clingy. Really clingy.
Once I got an online girlfriend, I spent every day pestering her for attention.
[Does it count as growing up if I stop clinging to you, Jiejie?]
She replied, [If you’re not clinging to me, who are you planning to cling to?]
I’d always thought she liked it.
Then, at my sister’s birthday party, I kept messaging my girlfriend—and my sister’s aloof roommate’s phone kept going off.
My sister teased her. “Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing since you sat down. Doesn’t having someone that clingy get annoying?”
“It does,” she said flatly.