I called Paul, looking to get the last few bits of my stuff.

He was driving (did I hear girlish laughter in the background?) so I asked him to phone me when he got home.

He said he would, and would be home in 10-15 minutes.

It's been about 45 minutes now. I will give him an hour, then I'll call back.

I'm fucking sick of chasing him.

I'm fucking sick of him not appearing to care about the breakup.

I'm fucking sick of thinking about him.

How do I stop?

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Rosie.

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