Dear F*ckboys,
You are the worst type of boy to ever roam the depths of my mind. Countless nights I have kept myself awake with the thoughts of you. I thought that you truly cared about me but to you I was just another number in your stupid game; a game that I will truly never understand. You are so sick and twisted thinking that my feelings can be played with but I was naive and let you play with them. You played my feelings so well you had me thinking that we could actually be something more than just texting throughout the day.
I believed every word of bullsh*t that came out of your mouth because I didn't know any better. I constantly thought that I was doing all of the right things but I was just following your evil plan. Your signals were so confusing, you would text me all the time but would only hang out with me at night to make sure no one could see us. I guess I just liked the attention I was receiving. Doing normal things like eating a meal together somewhere public seemed like such a hard task for you. I would hear other girls talk about you and how much of a player you were; I thought I was different. All of my friends told me that you were no good but I couldn't help myself. You were a drug to me and I craved your attention on any level.
I remember the night that you called me a prude vividly. You called me a prude because I wouldn't "send you pics". Excuse me for having some sense of self-worth and knowing that you weren't worth getting involved with. I'm not the type of girl that takes her clothes off for every guy she meets. You didn't even care to get to know me but you wanted in my life so badly. You constantly pressured me and I kept pushing back. Eventually, we stopped texting and drifted apart.
One day, I finally realized that you are worthless to me. You might have brought me happiness for a little while but all that I was left with at the end was confusion and disappointment. Confusion as to why I began entertaining the idea of you and disappointment that I ever began talking to you. You never treated me as a woman should be treated but I was so wound up in your game that I never realized it. You treated me as an object and only used me for your satisfaction. You only wanted me when you were bored and then you would run back and tell your friends about me. While we never slept together or were in a relationship, you had me so deep in your mind that all of the real emotions were there.
Being with you taught me what I don't want in a relationship; I most certainly do not want to be with a f*ckboy.
Now when we pass by each other, you can't even bare to look at me. I bet yours don't even remember how we met or why we don't talk anymore. All I ever was to you was a number in your stupid game and another contact in your phone.
Sincerely,
All the girls you f*cked over
