…and I always end up here. I’m getting tired of pretending I can walk away and ashamed everytime I create a new account swearing it will be the last time. Why am I like this?
That’s an easy one to answer. You’re like this because you did what lots of dumb girls do —you swooned over the blog and contacted me to say so— but got the kind of result most never do when I answered. You’ve been in love ever since, for years now.
Which I know is scary for you. I mean, being so drawn to someone you’ve actively tried to forget obviously makes you feel helpless. Even knowing what I am, what I want to do to you, and how indifferent I am to your absence, well… here you are again. It’s pathetic, but kind of charming. (Quite you, in other words.) Your heart and cunt won’t let you forget how incomplete you feel without me.
You don’t want to be That Girl, but each time you come crawling back, you make the truth that much clearer. That Girl is all you’ve ever been, and this will all get easier the day you decide to stop being a half-assed version of you, and start being the best version of her.
But take your time. You’re a young cunt, and I’m a busy guy.