Don't cuddle with me if you only see me as a friend. Don't hold my hand if you have no interest in me. Don't be eager to hang out with me one week, then eager to make up excuses to get out of it the next. Don't kiss me if you don't mean it. Don't tell me you like me if it isn't true. How about this? Don't fuck with me. Because I've been fucked with by ridiculous fucking boys one time too many now, so guess what? I fucking give up on all of you. Every. Single. God. Damn. Time. Here's the routine: a few blissful weeks of a blossoming "romance", filled with cuddling, holding hands, and in this case, kissing. Then, all of a sudden, it drops off and ends, because the boy doesn't like me afterall. So maybe in this case, Ryan does apparently like me, he just "can't have a girlfriend right now." Yeah, sure, whatever. From now on, I will have nothing to do with boys until Ryan comes to his senses. I don't give a fucking shit who you are and what you say to me, nothing you fucking boys say is true. So fuck you. If I abandon boys, they can't abandon me.