I felt unhappy, and going onto Instagram where I followed girls who posted beautiful selfies and bikini shots realistically made me feel even worse. I wanted to be that person that didn't care, and that could go on Instagram two days after uploading and not give a shit how many likes the picture got because I was the one who liked it. Realistically, who gives a shit? I did and I hated that. I found it hard to work through the day without wondering what I was missing on there, and when I did post I felt obligated to sit by my phone and keep checking if it got past 11 likes. Yet, not to sound dramatic, it actually made me feel bad about myself. And for a while I thought 'What would I do without Instagram?!' like it was the source to all of my happiness. It became clear to me after a while that I would pick up my phone and scroll through Instagram whenever I felt bored, bad, sad, happy, on edge, anxious, etc. What did I miss the 7 hours I was sleeping? Did I seriously dream that my BFF unfollowed me on Instagram? What a bitch.

We wake up and the first thing we do is check our phones and all of our social medias. Social media. It's a huge part of all of our lives now, even though we don't want to admit it.

Deleting instagram