Ghost Me

Go ahead, ghost me.

It’s not like you would be the first person. It’s not like you’re going to be the last person. You can ghost me, but what is that going to do for you? You’re going to move on to your next victim. Yes, I called them a victim, because you don’t know what you want. You don’t know what to think, because you don’t have a direction in your life. If you think you know what you want, that’s laughable. Your life up until this point has been deceit. It’s been manipulation. You’ve thrived on how many people you can get to believe and trust you.

They should never trust you. I made that mistake, and I regret it wholeheartedly. I trusted you to be a good person, and you weren’t. You played with my emotions, you played with my heart. You walked in with a sob story about having no family and having no one who cared about you. You were nothing but a snake. When my family took you under their wing, there were questions. People were unhappy, but some of us fought for you.

We fought against my brother, my dad, my aunts and uncles, my friends. We trusted that you were going to be a good person if someone would just love you enough. You were family, but that was never true, was it?

You were nothing but manipulation. So ghost me. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about you anymore. It took a while for me to get to this point, but I don’t care. You can go live your life, and I hope that everyone in your pathetic existence realizes what a bitch you are. Does it feel good to be a homewrecker? Does it feel good to ghost your friends? You don’t even know what friendship is, because you live in a fantasy world.

You’re nothing but a monster, and you think that you’ve ghosted me already, but you’re there. You’re the true ghost, and you haunt me. It makes me so angry any time I think of the memories and I see the images of you sitting with me, sitting with my family. It was nothing but manipulation until you got to steal someone else’s family.

I’m happy that you’ve moved on. I’m happy that you’ve ghosted me. A ghost can’t cause further manipulation. Ghost me some more. Ghost me on social media — block me. Block my phone number. Block me out of your life. Don’t check up on me — I never want to hear from you. I want you to be a ghost and stay a ghost this time.

You’ve ghosted before, and we accepted you back. We accepted that you were back and in need of a family again. You just needed the love. When you took the love, you took what you needed — you took money, you took material items, you took and took and took some more. You were nothing good in any of our lives.

Maybe this time you can ghost me better. Don’t come back months later. Don’t come back a year later. It’s been almost a year since you’ve ghosted, and you’ve reminded me that you’re alive. You think that I care. The only thing I care about is keeping you out of my life. You cannot come back. You are not welcome back in my life or the life of my family.

You are not welcome in this family, you are not welcome in my life. You say you don’t want me in yours, yet you try to insert your presence. Don’t you understand? I want you to ghost me. I want you to be out of my world. It’s so much better without you in it.

Was it fun to send nudes to my friends? Did you get a kick out of that? I bet you did, you just didn’t expect the reaction that was given. No interest. You couldn’t stand that, could you? You didn’t get any attention. My friends already treated you like a ghost, because they saw you for what you were. They knew that you were nothing good for me. They knew that you were a horrible friend, a horrible person, and you had no right to wander into my family. They knew I was being used.

You waited until the perfect time, in your mind, to tell me that the friendship was over. Don’t you know by now that my family is mine? They’ll always choose me over you. The ones that saw you for what you were never once said, “I told you so.” They were supportive. They were happy that you decided to disappear.

You were a coward, and I’m happy that you were. So go ahead, ghost me. I don’t want you in my world. I deserve happiness, I deserve the friendships that I have now, I deserve people that aren’t just in it to take advantage of me or use me. Go ahead and ghost me, bitch. You aren’t worth the time to chase down. I’ll think of you every once in a while, and one day, I won’t be angry anymore. Right now though, please continue. Go on your way and ghost me. Make my life a better place to live in.