one night

i always found comfort in watching others play games.

it’s raining again.

i’ve been stressed and sad.

i woke up at 3am.

slept again at 12am.

woke up at 5am.

so, instead of thinking or sleeping about emptiness again.

here i sit.

holding a pillow, waiting for someone else’s jump scare to make my heart skip.

maybe, i really like the reminder that my heart is still there.