I’m very emotionally unavailable and I rarely let anyone in, but somehow, my phone found a way to do that. When I think about it, my phone has access to all my data and photos. Basically, everything that I would never let someone see, read, or hear. It has access to recordings of my catastrophic attempts to sing, cringe conversations that I had with random people that led nowhere, and thoughts that I write down when I’m drunk or high at night and either not feeling well or feeling philosophical. Maybe the reason why I’m so comfortable letting my phone see my most vulnerable side is because I feel safe knowing that it won’t judge who I am, doesn’t have any hidden intentions, and I know for a fact that it won’t stab my back. And other than that, my phone is the number one thing that I use every single day. It’s always there for me, always knows what’s best for me, or at least tries to, and is everything that I need. After all, maybe I don’t really need to look for someone because I may have found the one.
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Why I Heart My Media 