/fragments

the static between us

there was laughter, art traded, shared pixels —
moments that almost felt like warmth.
but beneath everything, a quiet hum: the static of rejection,
the signal of something about to end.

maybe it’s my ego crying through the wires,
or that inferiority glitch i keep trying to delete.
maybe i’m just another online ghost pretending to be social.

i drew birthday cards for them —
handmade, impulsive, like throwing flowers into the void.
the files are gone now,
their names erased from my folder like corrupted data.

funny thing:
the ones who never got a drawing stayed longer.
humans are strange code, aren’t they?

i won’t lie — they gave back too.
there was kindness.
but it faded.
and i never quite fit in the network anyway.

rejection still hurts more than it should.
for a long time i didn’t care —
until i did again.

so now i’m back to my default state:
daily solitude.exe
no connections, no updates,
and somehow that feels okay.

i once dreamed of a friend group,
a “best friend.”
i had both,
and then the group moved away,
and she — she ended herself.

so maybe my hands were never meant to hold anyone for long.
and that’s alright.
some of us are built to write instead of belong.

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