Talking to my ex… as a girl, and it’s fucked but I need it

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I don’t even know where to start. I’m talking to my ex again… but not as myself. I’m pretending to be a girl. Yeah, I know, totally deranged. Totally fucked. And yet… it’s the only way I can get close to her again.

We’ve been talking for a while now. It’s weird, surreal. She’s going through a depression at the moment, and hearing her voice again… I can’t explain it. It’s like every worry, every emptiness I’ve carried around just melts away for a second. I feel… lighter. And I know it’s insane to feel better from catfishing someone, but I do. I really do.

Everything about it is strange. Every message I send, every reaction I fake… it feels like I’m living in two worlds at once. One where I’m nothing, one where I’m someone she actually talks to. And honestly? That tiny connection, that tiny spark of attention, is enough to keep me hooked.

I hate that I feel this way. I hate that I even enjoy it. But fuck, I can’t deny it. It’s like some twisted therapy. Her being there, even in this insane setup, fixes a hole I didn’t know was still bleeding.

It’s messed up, I know. But I also can’t stop. And hearing her talk, seeing her struggling but still letting me in… I melt 🫠. Strange, deranged, maybe pathetic. But real. Too real.
 
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I don’t even know where to start. I’m talking to my ex again… but not as myself. I’m pretending to be a girl. Yeah, I know, totally deranged. Totally fucked. And yet… it’s the only way I can get close to her again.

We’ve been talking for a while now. It’s weird, surreal. She’s going through a depression at the moment, and hearing her voice again… I can’t explain it. It’s like every worry, every emptiness I’ve carried around just melts away for a second. I feel… lighter. And I know it’s insane to feel better from catfishing someone, but I do. I really do.

Everything about it is strange. Every message I send, every reaction I fake… it feels like I’m living in two worlds at once. One where I’m nothing, one where I’m someone she actually talks to. And honestly? That tiny connection, that tiny spark of attention, is enough to keep me hooked.

I hate that I feel this way. I hate that I even enjoy it. But fuck, I can’t deny it. It’s like some twisted therapy. Her being there, even in this insane setup, fixes a hole I didn’t know was still bleeding.

It’s messed up, I know. But I also can’t stop. And hearing her talk, seeing her struggling but still letting me in… I melt 🫠. Strange, deranged, maybe pathetic. But real. Too real.
Just let go man
 
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I don’t even know where to start. I’m talking to my ex again… but not as myself. I’m pretending to be a girl. Yeah, I know, totally deranged. Totally fucked. And yet… it’s the only way I can get close to her again.

We’ve been talking for a while now. It’s weird, surreal. She’s going through a depression at the moment, and hearing her voice again… I can’t explain it. It’s like every worry, every emptiness I’ve carried around just melts away for a second. I feel… lighter. And I know it’s insane to feel better from catfishing someone, but I do. I really do.

Everything about it is strange. Every message I send, every reaction I fake… it feels like I’m living in two worlds at once. One where I’m nothing, one where I’m someone she actually talks to. And honestly? That tiny connection, that tiny spark of attention, is enough to keep me hooked.

I hate that I feel this way. I hate that I even enjoy it. But fuck, I can’t deny it. It’s like some twisted therapy. Her being there, even in this insane setup, fixes a hole I didn’t know was still bleeding.

It’s messed up, I know. But I also can’t stop. And hearing her talk, seeing her struggling but still letting me in… I melt 🫠. Strange, deranged, maybe pathetic. But real. Too real.
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I don’t even know where to start. I’m talking to my ex again… but not as myself. I’m pretending to be a girl. Yeah, I know, totally deranged. Totally fucked. And yet… it’s the only way I can get close to her again.

We’ve been talking for a while now. It’s weird, surreal. She’s going through a depression at the moment, and hearing her voice again… I can’t explain it. It’s like every worry, every emptiness I’ve carried around just melts away for a second. I feel… lighter. And I know it’s insane to feel better from catfishing someone, but I do. I really do.

Everything about it is strange. Every message I send, every reaction I fake… it feels like I’m living in two worlds at once. One where I’m nothing, one where I’m someone she actually talks to. And honestly? That tiny connection, that tiny spark of attention, is enough to keep me hooked.

I hate that I feel this way. I hate that I even enjoy it. But fuck, I can’t deny it. It’s like some twisted therapy. Her being there, even in this insane setup, fixes a hole I didn’t know was still bleeding.

It’s messed up, I know. But I also can’t stop. And hearing her talk, seeing her struggling but still letting me in… I melt 🫠. Strange, deranged, maybe pathetic. But real. Too real.
plenty of fish in the sea bhai, preoccupy urself with other things spend time in nature, exercise, relax, play a nice video game.
 
I don’t even know where to start. I’m talking to my ex again… but not as myself. I’m pretending to be a girl. Yeah, I know, totally deranged. Totally fucked. And yet… it’s the only way I can get close to her again.

We’ve been talking for a while now. It’s weird, surreal. She’s going through a depression at the moment, and hearing her voice again… I can’t explain it. It’s like every worry, every emptiness I’ve carried around just melts away for a second. I feel… lighter. And I know it’s insane to feel better from catfishing someone, but I do. I really do.

Everything about it is strange. Every message I send, every reaction I fake… it feels like I’m living in two worlds at once. One where I’m nothing, one where I’m someone she actually talks to. And honestly? That tiny connection, that tiny spark of attention, is enough to keep me hooked.

I hate that I feel this way. I hate that I even enjoy it. But fuck, I can’t deny it. It’s like some twisted therapy. Her being there, even in this insane setup, fixes a hole I didn’t know was still bleeding.

It’s messed up, I know. But I also can’t stop. And hearing her talk, seeing her struggling but still letting me in… I melt 🫠. Strange, deranged, maybe pathetic. But real. Too real.
Saved jim carrey
 
The longer you keep talking to her the longer you will cry

It's hard to do, but you need to stop talking to her. I had to do the same
 
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lmao imagine a dude saying these exact same things, the normies' reaction would be comedy gold
 
I mean... it's sad.
You know what to do, that's not the problem
 
We end up talking about me, LOL.
 

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