I keep waiting. For the text that isn't coming. For the apology I won't get. For the old feeling of safe. Winter feels so long this year. Maybe it's just me. Jade says I need to stop doom-scrolling and drink some water. As if water can fix this. As if anything can. I should probably delete this. But I won't. That's the problem, isn't it? Not deleting things when I should. Not letting go. Not moving on. Just stuck. Fucking stuck.