Sticky Keys 12:37 Am

There’s something so scandalous about wanting to expose your deepest darkest truths to the word wide web. Only to realize this may be more productive to put in my private journal. But why isn’t that enough? Why do I want to share it in the first place? How can someone assume I want outward validation, if I want no one to mention it? Is being acknowledged the slice of validation I’m lusting for? To have someone simply bare witness to the madness I typically face alone. I don’t need ur opinion but a slight head nod would suffice.

When i do the math, it was one of the most reliable ways to get by as a lonely teenager. The internet will always be turned on, the soft glow from my screens will always be lit up, there will always be someone reading.

A formed codependency for true survival.