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Dear Fuckboys, This isnโt a love letter. Itโs a public service announcement. Some of you collect girls the way people collect shoesโyou wear them for a while, leave them in the corner, then convince yourselves theyโll still be there when youโre bored again. You mistake mixed signals for mystery, emotional unavailability for personality, and โIโm just being honestโ for an excuse to treat people however you want. You text โI miss youโ at 2 a.m. and disappear by breakfast. You swear youโre โnot ready for a relationship,โ then somehow end up in one a week laterโwith someone else. You leave conversations half-finished, feelings half-healed, and somehow still act surprised when people stop believing your words. Hereโs the funny part: we see you. The recycled compliments. The copy-and-paste apologies. The โgood morning, beautifulโ texts youโve probably sent to three different girls before noon. Youโre not nearly as unpredictable as you think you are. Not every girl wants revenge. Most of us just wanted honesty. A little respect wouldโve 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, โ the girls~
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