the bracelets will snap apart one by one until one day your wrist is bare and you will look back at photos from years before when they all jingled together and now you look down and swear you can still feel them like a phantom limb. and your hair was red then but now it is long and blonde. you miss the red some days but you tell yourself you are too old for that now. it’s easy to find comfort in memories because you don’t really remember how sad you felt then. so for now you can look at photos of the girl you used to be and convince yourself she was happier than you are now. maybe the sadness was comforting, less intimidating than whatever ill you’re feeling now. cause now things are too big, you can’t sink into bed and wait for it to go away. it will eat you up. the girl with bracelets didn’t get eaten up.