as we arrive at the third floor, we say goodnight and head into our apartments. that talk with george really helped, i might start to reconsider a lot of things. he made me see a side to life that i never realised existed.
i slip my trainers off and head to the bathroom. as i turn on the light i see my reflection, with travelling and moving in i haven't really had time to look at myself. weird i know.
i pull out my phone and take a mirror selfie, making sure to partly hide my face. i haven't uploaded my actual face to instagram for a while as i had to delete my personal account to keep people from finding out where i was. but i did have another account.
after i kept on moving so much, i decided to make an anonymous account so i could still post but just not show my face. i put a filter on the photo and post it to my account.
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th0tflav0ur3djuulp0d: big changes happening at the moment :D
user1: go to sleep. oh and do a face reveal pls
user2: i hope you post more! your posts make my day <3 ~th0tflav0ur3djuulp0d: tysm🥺
user3: pussy ~user1: says the person with no posts. bet you're clapped as fuck. pipe down.
user4: Editing!!!🔥🔥
i scroll through the comments, getting paranoid that someone from home would find me. i read through the incoming messages and breathe out a sigh of relief- i think i'm okay.
i never shared any information on this account, not my name (as it changed every fucking time i moved) nor where i live or lived and it was refreshing to have a platform where i could be viewed how i made myself to be viewed. no assumptions. just me and my 7k followers which i'd gathered over a couple of years. probably makes fuck all sense but this instagram account is like a little safe space for me.
they can't find me there, can they?
i splash my face with cold water and clean my teeth, then head out of the bathroom. i change into a oversized t-shirt to sleep in and climb into my bed, looking up at the ceiling. suddenly my phone pings from my bedside table, i swear to god if it's another person asking where i am.
but it's not, instead it's a message from george.
george tonight was fun :)
please don't forget about what i said though.
dylan best night i've had in a long time for sure.
don't worry, i won't. read 4:58am
it was fun actually, and i was thankful for george opening up to me, and me to him.
i place my phone down on the bedside table again, and roll over.
it only took about 5 minutes for my eyes to shut and my body to drift into a deep sleep.
