looking back, i’ve seriously dated just about every terrible type of guy there is. controlling, douchey, obsessive, heartless, indecisive, and worst of all, so many of them made me feel like an object. a disposable object that meant nothing to them. yet i always, ALWAYS, try to catch up with them and see how they’re doing. some shut me down for stupid reasons and then there are the gems who say they’re horny and want to fuck (super respectable people, ofc). and then, worst of all, are the people you spilled your heart to, who go through the formalities and then proceed to say they don’t want to be friends. ok. my past is a joke and so are all the people. and i would understand if any of them had valid reasons but they don’t. they really don’t.