I bet you think I’m waiting by the phone, checking it every few seconds to see if you’ve finally responded.
I bet you think I’m full of anxiety, going through every move I’ve made in the past 24 hours for you to want to drop me just like that.
I bet you think I’m worked up as I tell my best friend that I don’t know what happened.
Well check your ego because trust me, none of the above is happening.
Does it suck to get ghosted? Hell yeah. Are you worth the energy to stress about it? Hell no.
Give me a week and I’ll have a new and improved man. Like they say, men are like taxis and there’s always another one just around the corner.
The only sad part about this is that I’m so used to being ghosted now that I just shrug it off when another relationship falls victim to the game.
Men.. I’m sorry I mean boys… would much rather stop replying to you and pretend they never knew you than man the fuck up.
I don’t know when it became so difficult to just be honest with someone, swallow your pride and tell them that it’s just not going to work out.
I don’t wish you stuck around, I only wish I saw through your shit before you had the chance to leave me high and dry without an explanation like a coward.
Call me naive but I thought maybe you’d be different. I guess I’ve learned that telling me you’re different and showing me are two different things.
They tell me, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do that to you,” one day and the very next day they’re opening my texts without a reply, disappearing from my life just as quickly as they came into it.
I guess I'm not upset because my hopes are set so low. I don’t get too attached to anyone anymore because I’ve come to realize with experience that it’s more likely they’re going to walk away than stick around.
All you do by ghosting me is show me that you’re nothing but a boy who’s scared of a girl who knows what she wants. Intimidated by a woman who isn’t afraid to speak her mind and tell you how she feels.
Guess you don’t have the balls to be a decent human being and tell a woman what’s really going on in your head.
Your loss, not mine.
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