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unsent message to Zamar

Unsent messages to ZAMAR

From: ABC

To: Zamar

damn, its been a while since i spoken to u or snapped your dumbass. ever since yasmine told you that “i think you were just using me for my body” but i’m not dumb i knew what it was, that’s why i didn’t say nun. but its about to sound real crazy what i’m about to say, which is some of the reason why your probably never ever gonna read this. other than the fact that i don’t want you to think i’m weird and i’m doing the most its bad enough you ghost me all the time. but fuck it lemme just get this outta my system. okay its crazy how we went from hugging, to us joking around, to us flirting, to you ghosting me, to us flirting again, to us fucking, to you giving me mixed signals, to you ghosting me again. vv fucking confusing. but its okay...... its funny what you’d give up to keep someone. yes i’m referring to you. i let you in, and i don’t do that shit, like at all. i let my guard down and no offense but some how i let you of all people in, and i dont know how. all it took was a smile a few words from you and boom there goes my heart. crazy what can happen in 6-ish months. weird right? yeah tell me about it. i hate feeling like this cause ik that whenever i say that “i’m over you” i could never be. as much as i think i am, i always seem to go back. no weird shit, well nvm everything i’m saying is weird... but you have me wrapped around your finger. cause every time i think i’m over you, you either snap back to my streak or swipe up on my story then you start talking to me more. and boom i’m falling again and the just like a snap of a finger you leave again, well “ghost me”. but what’s new? i can’t say it doesn’t hurt, but its okay. just don’t leave leave like permanently. you probably are gonna eventually, but as if rn i need to know that you care enough to stay. but the thing is idk, cause everything has been different lately. and idk what i expected, i just know that i didn’t expect it to hurt as bad. and the fact that ik your probably gonna completely ghost me or block me if i ever sent you this hurts me more. you wouldn’t even try to understand, you would just call me weird and say i’m doing too much. shit hurts but i understand cause i am doing the most, i do find myself weird cause like i said its only been, what? about 6 months. and not only that i barely know you, and the fact that i feel this way irks my nerves. but hey it is what it is, even tho ion even know what exactly it is myself. and the thing is ik that as i’m writing this your probably looking for the next one night stand or your next diamond. and i’m the last thing on your mind. and the truth is all i do is sit and question my whole life and what i might b doing wrong. but i get it now, i’m just not your type and you’ll never look at me the way i look at you. your face will never light up with happiness when you see my notification pop up on your screen, you won’t randomly think in your head “hmm what’s ******* doing?” you wont spend all day wondering wat you did wrong cause i left you on opened, you won’t look at me smile and feel like the world stopped spinning, you’ll never wonder when’s the next time ill text you, you won’t sit up late at night wondering why i don’t want you, doubting yourself and your way of living, being hella insecure about doing the wrong thing to upset you. you’d never do or go through those things. lucky you. i now see why you’ll never look at me like that, the same way you look at her. you’ll never understand, but like i said i don’t either. i don’t understand why this shit is happening, like no offense but y u? maybe it. was all in my head......idk, i just give up at this point.

P.S. i’m starting to like your twin better. snsn?

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From: ABC

To: Zamar

i still like you, not as much as before but i still do I'm not gonna just give up i told you i wasn’t even if i just have to wait

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From: ABC

To: Zamar

I hate that you led me on but I really miss you

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