he called.
for the bazillionth time.
and i finally answered.
i'm still mad at him but hearing his voice made me feel better.
the crying and begging was nice too.
does that make me a sadist?
fuck that.
he deserves to be crying and begging me to let him come home after the shit he did.
and the fact that i'm letting him come back here after one fucking phone call proves i have very little, if any, willpower when it comes to him.

fuck fuck fuck.
i'm so damn weak.
for love.

hmmph....
now would be a good time to go shower.

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