Less so “Despicable Me” (I know you want to be funny, but lemme override that), and more so “I have so many skeletons in my closet left unburied via my chronic ghosting.” Can’t apologize if I’m not there.
I know, it’s toxic as hell, but for some reason, I keep doing it. I try to not associate myself with any communities on the internet anymore for that reason, too; it’s both a black hole, and an endless cycle.
Really? Thanks, matey!
For real though, being frustrated is the only logical step past all that.