There’s nothing cute about being spammed with walls of text at 7AM, 2PM, and midnight. I don’t need daily recaps of your meals, your dreams, or your existential crisis about whether your barber messed up your fade. That’s what therapists, group chats, and Notes apps are for.
Here’s the harsh truth: oversharing doesn’t make you look vulnerable, it makes you look clingy. I’m not your emotional dumping ground. If you can’t filter what’s worth sending, then maybe the problem isn’t me ignoring your texts, it’s you mistaking me for your diary with read receipts.
Final Word: My phone isn’t a suggestion box for your feelings. Edit yourself.
Disclaimer: This isn’t therapy advice, it’s just the PSA your crush was too polite to send.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	