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Dear Fuckboys, This isnât a love letter. Itâs a public service announcement. Some of you collect girls the way people collect shoesâyou wear them for a while, leave them in the corner, then convince yourselves theyâll still be there when youâre bored again. You mistake mixed signals for mystery, emotional unavailability for personality, and âIâm just being honestâ for an excuse to treat people however you want. You text âI miss youâ at 2 a.m. and disappear by breakfast. You swear youâre ânot ready for a relationship,â then somehow end up in one a week laterâwith someone else. You leave conversations half-finished, feelings half-healed, and somehow still act surprised when people stop believing your words. Hereâs the funny part: we see you. The recycled compliments. The copy-and-paste apologies. The âgood morning, beautifulâ texts youâve probably sent to three different girls before noon. Youâre not nearly as unpredictable as you think you are. Not every girl wants revenge. Most of us just wanted honesty. A little respect wouldâve 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, â the girls~
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