You can’t ask about my day but you can message me at two in the morning. You can’t check on me when I’m going through a hard time but will be the first to comment on a hot outfit. You’re more than happy to tell me how attractive I am but that’s all you care to know.

Don’t text me at midnight. Don’t tell me I’m hot. Don’t tell me I’m sassy. In fact don’t say anything. I am so much more than my looks and if you cared enough to ask my favorite things or what my day entailed you would know that. I don’t want your temporary attention. I most definitely don’t want your fake interest.

It’s time somebody put you in your place.