Everyone likes at least one fuckboy in their entire life, it's bound to happen eventually. It's detrimental to feel so much for a boy who literally doesn't care what you're doing or who you're doing. As long as he sees three dots pop up after he sends that are you up text at 2 a.m. he's content. So what do you do?
Simple, drop him.
You deserve so, so much more. For every harsh emotion these kinda boys bring you there's always a beautiful poem to silence the storm.