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#LateNight#3rdWheelingLastNight
This is why I don’t open up. I’m always there for others, but when I need support? Silence. No wonder Capricorns keep walls up—we’ve learned not everyone shows up like we do.
Just being ignored is wild especially when someone like me has always been there.
Not just once, not just when it was easy, but every time.
I’ve helped, supported, showed up, even when I was drained myself.
So yeah, being treated like I don’t exist now? That hits different.
2/2
Will I learn? Honestly, Idk.
Part of me wants to believe people change. The other part is just tired of being the one who always shows up while they disappear.
So yeah, still single. Not because I want to be but because I’m done chasing people who don’t know how to stay.
1/2
People ask if I’m still single… and I’m like, yeah.
Try getting ghosted by the same person one too many times—it messes with you. You start second-guessing everything: your texts, your timing, your energy. You give chances, you stay hopeful, and then boom… silence. Again.
Been thinking all day since someone told me I’ve become a lazy worker. Now me asking for help is a touchy subject?
I work my ass off fixing mistakes I didn’t make. But somehow I’m the one called lazy and being the ‘bad guy’ with clients? Miss me with that