I didn’t write this. But I think it was meant for someone like me.

I found this Google Doc at 3:17 a.m.
I don’t know who she is.
I don’t even know if she’s real.
But the way she wrote… it felt like she was talking to someone who stopped feeling seen a long time ago.

It’s not dirty.
It’s not safe either.
It’s soft. It’s sad. It’s… something in between.

I don’t know if you should read it.
But I’m not going to be the only one who did.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jQ8d4t3KD7NknBMlpicOsNmovTu8hxHjnlbpOWsVRUk/edit?usp=sharing