Behind the scenes
I was here, and nobody in my life knew where to find me.
I should feel fear, but I don’t, instead I find myself scrolling through my new accounts to find out what people were saying online. And it was worse, my old tweets were resurfacing, memes were made, things were being said about me. It seems I had a tendency to self sabotage.
The group text was as silent as the day after it happened, my old messages stared at me, everyone had read my messages but no one was responding. I knew we were not exactly friends, but was it not too much?