Forever alone… by force? Choice? Consequence?

At the moment I am texting two guys. I think. I just give my number out willy-nilly because the “oh, I don’t have a phone” shit is annoying. Or the annoying sequence of questions of why I won’t give it to them isn’t worth dealing with. I can just give them the number and ignore them. Dudes never text you back anyway. They just horde numbers, right? Wrong. They text. Good morning! Good night! Sweet dreams! Sleep like a princess! How’s your day? How’s school? What’s up Gorgeous? What’s kicking? All while I don’t respond back. So I decided to for the first time in weeks. “Who is this?” Jk. I respond “haha, hey.” Regret. Now that they know I see they’re texts, they wanna get deeper into conversation. “So, what’s your favorite color?” or they give me their life story acting like we’ve been best friends since 43v3r. I guess that’s safe. They needa vent, they have someone to vent to without the repercussions of gossip. Meanwhile I await someone to text me. Text. Me. Talk to me. Why. Wont. You. Funny how that works. The person you want never wants you back. So I don’t text him first. Cus you seem like a) a stalker b) obsessive and clingy. c) they don’t know who you are either. d) they’re doing something more important and interesting and wonderfuller than talking to you. or e) all of the above.