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Heeeeyyy soooooo—just thought you should know—a few thousand people saw me naked earlier today!

Metaphorically.

On camera!

Except—I still had clothes on.

But I talked about my scars.

I turned my phone off after. For like a whole hour. Just sat there. Let it exist in the world.

And you know what? People were nice. Can you believe that? I cried. And not the bad kind.

Anyway. You’d probably rather die than be on Instagram.

(And, yes, this means I made a new Instagram account. Don’t fuck it up for me.)

But I think you’d also be proud. In your own quiet, broody, 'I feel things in the garage alone' kind of way.

10:45 PM

I wish you’d text me back.

I know you’re busy.

I just keep thinking about tomorrow.

The party.

And I keep thinking about you seeing me there.

I’m gonna wear something sleeveless, just so you’re prepared.

And I’m going to be beautiful and he’s going to be there, there’s no way around it—but the only person I’ll be thinking about the entire time is you.

I just needed you to know that.

11:07

I’m going to bed now—I love you.