Friday, May 11, 2007

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That's all I have to say about the last events that have taken place in the past 24 hours. That is all I have to say about my unmanageable actions.

If this is really a mistake, then how come I keep repeating it? And how come I don't care that I'm making it over and over? Worse, I'm pursuing it. It's almost as if I want my relationship to fail.

We had sex. At the Milazzo's residence.

You would perhaps, think that maybe, I would've been satisfied. That maybe it was all I needed to simply let this go. No. She's made me completely and utterly... insatiable. And I hate her for that.

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