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ginger // the front bottoms
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Watching the new Netflix doc series about the Cecil Hotel case with Elisa Lam, and the extensive discussion of her tumblr blog had made me curious what this websites become.
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I miss painting. I miss sketching. I miss my poetry and the way writing it felt like removing the plug on a bathtub and draining out every sour emotion I had. I miss eating a big meal without feeling guilt, fear, and the urge to run. I miss drinking tea, and reading for the fun of it. I miss being reckless with my friends. I miss knowing I could be drunk and foolish on Saturday and still kick ass in class on Monday. I miss the dumb contests and checklists Kath and I used to make. In a way, I even miss how my depression made me act carefree and loose. Before anxiety took control and gave me nothing but fear and excuses.
I miss how I felt before I ever needed meds. I miss coming home to "my room" and hugging my cat. I miss the time when the thing I was scared of most was having sex with a boy. I miss the time when people actually gave a damn, and not just because some influencer pretended to first. I miss the time when an "influencer" wasn't an everyday word or a normal "job." I miss the days when my only dream was to move to the east coast and fall in love. I miss painting my nails any damn color I felt like. I miss not being sick. I miss not being scared. I miss a lot of things, and I may never get them back.