i hang on to old voicemails like they’re sacred artifacts. and sometimes in the middle of the night i’ll listen to some of them and feel a sort of sadness because i miss that person

tonight i went through and deleted ones that were left by people who are gone forever. i listened to each of them a half dozen times, over and over, and then wiped them from the face of the earth. i had to or else i’ll go insane and keep feeling haunted. deleting them was soul-crushingly miserable and it annihilated me. time to go to sleep