A little while ago I was minding my own business, and every boy that I have had actual feelings for decided it was a perfect time to screw up my chakra. Like, literally, all of the four boys I have ever really cared about, messaged me in one form or another. Three of the four hadn’t contacted me for months. I checked a moon calendar after the third boy had reached out to me, and of course, it was a Full Moon. After the fourth tweeted at me and the second was asking me about my plans for after graduation and, like, wow it would be so rad if I moved down to DC where he is, I thought it would be best to go to bed and wake up when the crazy was over.

Dating is hard enough without previous f*ckboys coming back from the past to haunt your snapchat.

First, get your shit together. Make the choice if you want me in your life or not. Either we are something or we are not. I cared for you, and I assume you felt the same, but that time has come and passed. So stop coming back every time you’re lonely, or my instagram game is strong.

I am just tired. Tired of cat and mouse and power moves. Tired of boys deciding when I am good enough to talk to and when I am not. As soon as I post a fire selfie, y’all wanna talk, but how about when my senior project is stressing me out? Nah. How are they not tired of living in the same cycle of fire and fizzle?

I understand familiar is comfortable, and, yeah, I do really like talking to these boys because obviously there was a reason I cared for them before, but at some time you just gotta break a bad habit.

The issue with the boys that always come back into your life is that there is no closure. In these circumstances, there probably was no big blow up or ugly scene, things just faded and stopped. After the fourth time that you guys hit it off again and then things fizzle out, you’re in the habit of them coming back. You don’t really move on because in three or four months you’ll get that snapchat, facebook message, or smoke signal, so there isn’t a point in being upset.

I wish I had some kind of advice for any home girl going through this, but honestly, I get suckered into thinking this time could really be different every time.