Lost Media.
It happened while you were sleeping.
It was probably some officious twit obsessed with preventing consenting adults from seeing adult content. Or it was a mistake. Doesn't matter, you can't contact them. They won't respond.
No one seems to care. It's just a blog, they say as they roll their eyes and keep scrolling (exactly the same way they do when someone makes a post that is obviously a cry out for help).
It wasn't just a blog.
It was the first place that you saw the most beautiful woman in the world smile. Those posts are gone now.
It was the place where you first wrote your best friend; all those letters were still in your inbox. They can't be retrieved.
It was where you first came out! Now there's no record of that.
It was where you poured your heart out after your grandad died. Those posts are gone like he is.
It was a record of your existence for over a decade and now it's gone. Snippets exist via the Wayback Machine, thankfully, but they didn't archive everything.
The first story you posted? The artwork you spent hours on? A conversation carried out over multiple posts? Gone, gone, gone.
But who cares, it was just a blog, right.
