being so obsessed with instagram is sad. its just a place to archive some pics and see what ppl are up to. deleting your account in a deluded freak out about being perceived. then two days later feeling the need to post like you should show or sell naked photos of yourself (not because anything is wrong with that) but that you think that means you’re confident and all together if you do it. “like see I don’t care” but then you do care and delete it and start the cycle again. its like you feel like you’re riding two opposites end of the spectrum on “security, insecurity, and confidence” but you can see this lack of self assuredness in everything down to what’s written. I’ll never know if I’m seeing something real or its just myself I see. for some, maybe a lot of us, we really can only see ourselves and we project. but I wonder.