digital diary

i couldn’t sleep again. the glow from my monitor feels like it’s watching me. everything’s quiet except my computer fan — it’s weirdly comforting. i was supposed to delete this folder, but it’s full of screenshots and songs that i can’t let go of. i keep thinking if i save enough pieces, maybe i’ll remember who i was.

i found the old friendship bracelet today. the one with the chipped bead heart. i think about how we swore it meant “forever,” and i wonder if maybe we both just meant “for a while.”

sometimes i type messages i never send, just to feel like i’m saying something. this might be one of them. or maybe i’ll keep it here, hidden under too many folders to find again.

if you ever see this — hi. i made it another night.