Pitty takes many forms

So I wake up this morning to 15 – yes - 15 missed calls.
And one message received.
Who wanted to contact me 15 times! And at 1:30am!
I go to message received and it’s Eve.
“hey”
Then came the missed 15 phone calls.
What the??
I text him back
”Just got you msg/calls phone was on silent – I was asleep”
I sent it.
He called straight away. We talked for about ten fifteen minutes but I thought what was he thinking? The called 15 times in half and hour.
He told me he was drunk.
“Who did you go out with?”
“I went by myself” we kept talking aimlessly for a little then… I was a bitch.
“You went out by yourself. – Do you get lonely?”
“yeah sometimes. Do you?”
“Occasionally”
I regretted saying it. What a horrible, awful thing to say.
Really it was just like rubbing a little salt into what I knew would have been an open wound. He’s lonely, alone and sad. Hence his calls which was a result of going out and getting blind.
I feel sorry for him. I was annoyed with him because I just think how he treated me and really he’s personalty. How it did a flip over every day. Every day he was different either super passionate or he was really awful. He spent all his time in front of the computer, (didn’t “let” me simply to check my emails – small thing but it was the way he said it with so much… I don’t know – disrespect) – the way he would pick on me for my like/interest in poetry – my guitar. Make me feel like it was something stupid. But really – I have an interest. I have something I enjoy doing. Something I like.
I have friends to go out with and have fun with. He … he has a couple of friends who are mostly married and don’t go out in the city where he lives.

I’m tired. I’m going to bed and …. I’m going to call him.

I sent Gareth a msg asking if he wanted to catch up last weekend and he replied that he was watching a dvd with a girl he met last week.
I was very glad to hear that.