my tablet: )

My tablets not dead its just sitting there, a silent, smudged monument to my artistic despair. Its been my confidant, my canvas, my digital prison... and now? Now its just a slab of cold plastic, begging for a stroke itll never get. I stare at it like its a ghost I cant reach. My fingers ache from the last sketch I abandoned, and the screens still stuck on the loading page I cant scroll past. Its not broken, its just waiting. Waiting for me to care. Waiting for me to draw again. Waiting for me to be better. But Im not. And maybe thats why its still here. Maybe its the only thing left that remembers me. Or maybe its just mocking me. Either way, its my tablet. And Im still stuck.

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