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i think about when zeke sent me that photo of myself and i guess what scares me more than the fact he could even find that was that he saw what i look like. i try not to pay any attention to it but i hated that photo of that day more than most taken of me. it was a horrible day and i couldn’t even manage to smile for the camera when they told me to. i went home that day and ignored any calls i got for a week until my mom sent me a half-joking voicemail that she’d file a missing persons report on me if i didn’t call her or my dad. and i thought i deleted the photo from my files but no. it just had to be there. it had to be zeke’s favorite. the worst photo that’s been taken of me since middle school. fuck man. whatever