I’m genuinely so mad that I don’t have more photographs of me as a teenager. I was dysphoric and hated the way that I looked. I refused to let people take pictures of me and I regret that a lot. There were a lot of smiles that were missed. A lot of good times that I’ve forgotten now that I wish I could remember. I wish I had photographic evidence that they happened. I miss it so bad some days and I have nothing to look back on
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