I called my ex last night and had an awkward conversation. between my phone dying three times and losing service constantly, we managed to say alot of nothing. I felt like calling her would make me feel better-like it used to, but all she managed to do was make me feel worse. the last time my phone died, I decided that I wasn't going to call her back.
I grabbed my computer and made my way to the shower. I put on some porn and closed it after a few seconds. I don't see random people fucking. I just see her. I hate her. I felt the urge to text "I miss your pussy", but decided to say it to her on the phone. I wanted to know how she'd respond-I wanted it to be predictable. it wasn't. I felt angry at myself. she couldn't give me what I wanted-i should've called someone that would've.
I grabbed my computer and made my way to the shower. I put on some porn and closed it after a few seconds. I don't see random people fucking. I just see her. I hate her. I felt the urge to text "I miss your pussy", but decided to say it to her on the phone. I wanted to know how she'd respond-I wanted it to be predictable. it wasn't. I felt angry at myself. she couldn't give me what I wanted-i should've called someone that would've.
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