To anyone who's reading,
I tried to move on, I did. But I caved. I gave in to the guilt of breaking someone's heart, and I gave in. I gave in, and almost immediately started regretting it. After two weeks of building up the nerve to break up again, I decide that it would be more humane(probably me more than him) that I just ghost him out of my life, I mean there was no way the friendship that was there before could ever be salvaged.
So, I start ghosting him out. And one curt(ish) phone call and ignored text later, either he gets the drift(which I doubt, he's smart but not smart enough), or he's starts ghosting me too. That ass.
And the ghostee becomes the ghosted.
Yeah, I know I was going to break up anyway, but being ghosted isn't nice. For all he knows, I could've been busy, since your mum being at the hospital could be a pretty great distraction.
Hence, I reiterate. That ass.
Thus ended my first and very weird(never even held hands but dicussed hickeys and lengerie weird) relationship.
THE END.
I tried to move on, I did. But I caved. I gave in to the guilt of breaking someone's heart, and I gave in. I gave in, and almost immediately started regretting it. After two weeks of building up the nerve to break up again, I decide that it would be more humane(probably me more than him) that I just ghost him out of my life, I mean there was no way the friendship that was there before could ever be salvaged.
So, I start ghosting him out. And one curt(ish) phone call and ignored text later, either he gets the drift(which I doubt, he's smart but not smart enough), or he's starts ghosting me too. That ass.
And the ghostee becomes the ghosted.
Yeah, I know I was going to break up anyway, but being ghosted isn't nice. For all he knows, I could've been busy, since your mum being at the hospital could be a pretty great distraction.
Hence, I reiterate. That ass.
Thus ended my first and very weird(never even held hands but dicussed hickeys and lengerie weird) relationship.
THE END.
