The Tea Girls Said I Was Dangerous. Now I Am.

There are two types of hell. The one you earn, and the one gifted to you by a girl with a group chat.

I didn’t cheat on her. I didn’t hit her. I didn’t even ghost her, which, in hindsight, might’ve been the more humane option. Instead, I broke up with her the regular way: "We’re not working, I need space, we’ve grown apart, etc." She cried. I hugged her.…