Fucking Seamus, as per. He turned up on my doorstep earlier this week with a sandwich and a hangdog expression, and I told him it wasn't OK for him to just show up but felt so incredibly rude telling him to leave that I ended up inviting him in, which I know I shouldn't have done because it only encourages him. Then just now he showed up again and I just told him flat out to fuck off and that it wasn't OK for him to do that, and then ended up texting him a kind of mangled apology, not saying I didn't mean it or anything but just that I was rude because it is *not* OK for him to show up on my doorstep whenever he wants and not even drop me a text beforehand. Like I would find that annoying from anyone, but especially him, obviously. And when he showed up earlier this week he even said when I opened the door, "I know I'm not supposed to do this, but..." like it's endearing or something and not just a fucking invasion.
Of course, it'd be easier if I didn't fucking miss him so badly. I need him to be goooooone, this is too fucking hard >.< Now I'm all weepy and miserable and nomming Rabbit's ear even though it tastes funny again because of one 20-second conversation on my doorstep. Not even that, hardly. Urgh.