i use to think ghosting was meeting someone,
feeling their vibe,
enjoying their conversation,
maybe even the sexual part of it,
and then they suddenly vanishing on you.
calls and texts go unanswered.
no explanation whatsoever.
they just drop you like it never mattered.
that’s one of the most hurtful and cowardly things someone can do.
it wasn’t until i realized that i was a ghosting slut as well.
when work wolf ghosted me,
i was a hot ass mess in these forests.
i can see just how crazy i was looking.
check the whole archives.
i felt like i was losing my whole mind.
when i called karaoke crying one night,
and saw the comments of full draggings on the foxhole,
i knew i was in a whole other dimension.
the crazy part is he wasn’t fucking me and checked “straight”.
see there is ghosting after a one night stand and then there’s…
when the foxhole comes through with the mental treats…
i love when we indulge.
so hugo89113 wrote the following comment in the last entry,
“how come you don’t call”.
what he “had” said was…
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