When I realise I can never go back, to the time I was so sad, so disconnected from my friends, so disconnected from my family, I feel terrible, not because I miss that feeling, but because I miss the friends I met in strange places, strange corners of the internet, places where I could update them on my life without them knowing a single thing about me but my name.
It was a time that I remember all too well, not taking my meds, staying up to god knows what hour and reading random internet stories that I sometimes only read because I liked how they were written, not because I found enjoyment in them. It was like I temporarily felt connected to this weird app, always knowing that connection would pass like everything else but also enjoying it while it lasted.
The friends I made on this app were almost like angels pulling me out of a slump I had been in, and I kept updating on my wall, not because I expected many people to reply if at all, but because I wanted someone to know I was doing well.
Not being able to go back to that time is heartbreaking, but it's a nice feeling, to know I'm slowly doing better and connecting with friends and family again. And to those friends I made on the goofy orange and white app with a "w" on the icon, I only have thanks for them.