(HJWJWJEJ I CANT FIND THE ARTISTS FOR THIS DRAWING!!!)
I genuinely can't with him anymore, it's like our relationship is a joke. First, he sent me thumbs-ups on every single text I sent, then he used Chat-GBT to text me. After I caught him, he apologized and I gave him a second chance, then he continued to send me fucking "👍🏼" 24/7. All he does is ignore me, I try to talk to him and he just nods. I think he's getting bored of me...
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"Where the hell is Stan?" I say under my breath, I wait for Stan by a locker. I message Stan irritated and impatient, I've been waiting for 7 minutes
Wendy- "Stan, where are you?" Sent 10:36
Stan❤️- "👍🏼" sent 10:40
Wendy- "stop ignoring me, it's urgent. Im at the lockers by the Art room, go now" sent 10:40
Stan❤️- "👍🏼" sent 10:43
I scoff at Stan's replies. I decide just to text my bff, Bebe. At least she listens to me and cares about me.
(The names are a bit different bc that's the name they have saved in their contacts of that person)
Wends🫶🏻- "bebeeeee :(" sent 10:43
Bebe my bff🤭- "hiiii wendsssss, whats wrong? :("
sent 10:43
Wends🫶🏻- "Stan keeps ignoring me, should I break up with him? I feel bad tho... last time he seemed really sad, I keep talking to Stan about how he should communicate with me but he just won't do it. Am I boring?" sent 10:45
Bebe my bff🤭- "girl... you need to leave him, he isn't good enough for you. You guys are on and off, you deserve someone who will actually talk and care for you, I don't see that in Stan. And you are definitely not boring wends" sent 10:45
Wends🫶🏻- "I know, I just feel bad y'know?"
sent 10:45
Bebe my bff🤭- "Ik wends, but your going to feel worse if you continue that relationship. I have to get back to gym tho, BYE WENDS ILY<3" sent 10:46
Wends🫶🏻- "thx for listening Bebe <3 BYEE ILYT"
sent 10:46
I smile slightly, Bebe is nice to me she gives the best advice honestly. Still, no sign of Stan though, I groan and decide just to walk to my art class. Maybe Bebe is right, I mean she usually is but I do need to break up with him, Stan just doesn't connect with me like we used to.
I sit down in the back row of the class, thinking about Stan. He's going to be so heartbroken... I hate being such an empathetic person, I need to do this for myself. Not for him...
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