Dear Fuckboys, This isn’t a love letter. It’s a public service announcement. Some of you collect girls the way people collect shoes—you wear them for a while, leave them in the corner, then convince yourselves they’ll still be there when you’re bored again. You mistake mixed signals for mystery, emotional unavailability for personality, and “I’m just being honest” for an excuse to treat people however you want. You text “I miss you” at 2 a.m. and disappear by breakfast. You swear you’re “not ready for a relationship,” then somehow end up in one a week later—with someone else. You leave conversations half-finished, feelings half-healed, and somehow still act surprised when people stop believing your words. Here’s the funny part: we see you. The recycled compliments. The copy-and-paste apologies. The “good morning, beautiful” texts you’ve probably sent to three different girls before noon. You’re not nearly as unpredictable as you think you are. Not every girl wants revenge. Most of us just wanted honesty. A little respect would’ve saved everyone a lot of time. So consider this a collection of stories, lessons, and reminders from the girls who finally stopped making excuses for boys who never intended to change. With no love, — the girls~