I go on Witty every few months.
I check if my old friends have been online. For most of
them…it’s been two years. I remember the fake
marriages we had. The jealousy we shared. The exchanging
numbers. The sending pictures. The kiking. The all-nighters.
I go on Witty every few months to see if anyone has
been online. These people new my darkest secrets. My
scariest thoughts. My happiest hours. I check my old account
to see if my old friends have messaged me. Sometimes
I’ll get a message with a number and a quick
sentimental message : I miss you. Most of the time it’s
nothing. It’s bare.It doesn't matter. I don't
reply anyway. I have to move on from a teenage
girl's obsession. I’d like to say I
don’t care. I’d like to not want to log in
anymore. But, after five years it’s still hard
to let go.
Most people are so intensely afraid of the slightest bit of
scrutiny, that they never try anything. To all the fearful, I
promise you: letting go and not giving a shıt what people
think will be the greatest relief of your life.