Day 2 In The Fuckboy Dialogues...
It really doesn't get any better...it's just a downhill slide.
In today’s episode of fucking clowns, I bring to you this inbox creeping Fuckboy. Mind you, I haven’t seen this guy in at least 5 years. I know, because I was still on oxycodone the last time I did, which explains a lot of my poor decision-making. I was fucking high.
However, I’m nearly 6 years sober. I’m not letting the same old Fuckboy tricks faze me. I’m just doing me, rolling through minding my own damned business. I like my life that way. I like my solitude all night. I like my quiet existence and the fact that there isn’t anyone that matters enough that I could be bothered.
This guy is engaged. Has been for quite a while now. Yet, here he is, in my DM’s, making an ass out of himself. And, it isn’t the first time in the 5 years that I’ve shut this shit down, the same exact way. I don’t play Fuckboy games, I don’t entertain dudes in relationships, I don’t care how long I’ve been talking to myself.
No matter how long I am by myself, I’ll never be reduced to this level of desperation. Of being the chic you call when you and your woman are fighting. Of being a side chic. The fuck out of here.
I can’t even begin to tell you how many of these I have. Too many. I honestly don’t think I would ever be able to trust a guy. Because I have so many of these. I have seen the other side of it, too, the happy relationship pics, and the banter between them. It’s nauseating how they really have these women hosed. They really have that chic believing that they’re not snakes.
They’re snakes. Slithering, belly on the ground forked tongued snakes. I don’t even like walking through grass now, I’m so very sick of snakes. I can’t even think of a reason good enough to treat your partner this way. There just isn’t one.
But, in typical Fuckboy fashion, they have to treat someone like shit, and run around trying to fuck anything that moves. It’s what they do. It’s just who they are. And, no matter how good of a woman you might be, you don’t change them. They change you.
Just look at me. There was once a time I believed in love. I believed there was someone for everyone. I believed that one day, there would be someone for me, too. Now, I know that if this fucking dumpster fire above is any example, baby you can leave my name out of the hat. I don’t want this shit.
Let me just keep rolling along, unbothered. Let me just continue curbing these assholes and doing my own thing. God forbid I should ever end up in the clutches of another Fuckboy. I can’t chance it. I can’t balance the risk with the reward.
I wish you all a fuckboyless inbox today. And I hope none of you have one like this asshole. What a fucking Fuckboy.
Yes! Call them out! I'm sick of, "I was just being nice! What's your problem?" They know what they're doing. Treat them like the idiots they are.
Honestly, dudes be giving the danger noodle a bad name. I happen to enjoy sneks. This is just nauseating, if not comical. So fucking desperate, they forget about screenshots. Idiots