I Didn’t Eat For Three Days So I Could Be Lovely
Hung over from the night before, so I stayed in bed with Skins season one on my iPod. Cassie’s my favorite—Hannah Murray as this gaunt, constantly wasted pseudo-model with this strange pull about her. She drifts through her scenes like nothing else exists, and you sit there the whole time with this dumb smile, just hoping she doesn’t fall, hoping she’ll actually eat.
That’s what I remember about it now. Not the storylines or the other characters, just that protective feeling. Watching someone beautiful and broken and wanting them to be okay, knowing they won’t be.