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

[zerotohero]

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.

 

[Elf]

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

 

[Gomez]

Just let go man

easier said than done​

 

[Vantablack]

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.

absolute state jfl

 

[homiespidy1]

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.

 

[algerianmogger]

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.

 

[browncurrycel]

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

 

[zerotohero]

I’m getting insane.

 

[Quicksand]

Zerotozero

 

[Xinyue]

lmao imagine a dude saying these exact same things, the normies' reaction would be comedy gold

 

[zerotohero]

Zerotozero

Yeah.

 

[zerotohero]

Zerotozero

Zero to minus one.

 

[Quicksand]

I mean... it's sad.
You know what to do, that's not the problem

 

[zerotohero]

Bump.

 

[zerotohero]

We end up talking about me, LOL.

 

[BrutalMogger]

holy shit you need meds

 

[zerotohero]

holy shit you need meds

I’m doing meds already.

 

[BrutalMogger]

I’m doing meds already.

ye it over
your neurotransmitters are in a bad shape if this is what you are doing

 

[zerotohero]

ye it over
your neurotransmitters are in a bad shape if this is what you are doing

I’m a BPDcel.

 

[Stalins_nipple]

Dude wtf

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.

This is really bad, you’re giving yourself attachment issues. Just cut ties and move on.

Or you could ask about yourself as the girl, like try and decipher her feelings for you using the girl proxy

 

[zerotohero]

This shit ended up backfiring as you would expect.