Confessions of an Instagrammer

Every Instragram post has a story behind it. This is my story.

  • Confessions of an Instagrammer #3

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    Dear You, 

    Stop giving me mixed signals. Okay? Stop pm-ing me late at night “hellos” and winking emojis. Do me the favor and stop because I know I am so stupid to reply every single time. Even when I know that anytime you can simply drop the conversation without saying goodnight or bye. Or brb.

    You know, I try so hard to make my every response interesting enough to make sure that you reply.

    Stop it. Okay?

    It’s bad enough that you act like you don’t know me when we see each other.

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    I need a hug. #clingy

  • Confessions of an Instagrammer #2

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    The cupcake I’ve ordered arrives. It is a chocolate cupcake with mint-flavored green frosting, chocolate chips and strings of chocolate syrup on top. It’s carefully laid down on a dainty little embroidered cloth. It’s like this cupcake place is made for Instagram.

    It’s Instaworthy.

    I immediately get my phone from my old Jansport on a seat beside me. I try my best to get the best angle, shooting from every possible position. I try to shoot from the top, from the bottom, from the side and up close.

    As I was about to tap on my phone screen, someone walks by in the background, which ruins everything.

    It is him. With someone. A girl, who’s not his sister or his cousin.

    I should know because she is his girlfriend.

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  • Confessions of an Instagrammer

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    I wake up in the morning and the first thing that I do is take a selfie. 15 minutes later, I finally take a good shot. A shot that’s perfect in a way. Maybe not that perfect, but I do hope that it gets likes from my followers, at least a like from him.

    I try different filters on my photo. Each displaying the same face in a different light. I choose Walden since it gives an “I care about what people say but it doesn’t show” feel. 

    I decide not to upload it anyway. I think he is still asleep at this time. 

    To be continued…