I think I’m in an abusive relationship. I’ve poured my heart and soul into you, and all I get back is frustration and pain.
In the beginning, Instagram, we had fun. You were wild, experimental, and exciting. You loved everything I shared, and I loved how you made me feel. Photography + filters + clever captions = magic.
But now? I feel like I’m the only one putting in any effort. I take the photos, create the art, bend my creativity to fit what you seem to want—and my heart just isn’t in it anymore. I hate Reels. There, I said it. It feels liberating. I FUCKING hate them.
I wish you could understand that I don’t want to make them. I don’t want to see them. And you can’t bully me into being part of this empty, time-wasting world you’re creating. I don’t care about follower counts, likes, or “engagement.” I don’t care about your stupid algorithm. Most of all, I refuse to let my art be used just to keep your platform interesting.
If you don’t value my work enough to show it to the people who have chosen to follow me—then you don’t deserve it.
So, I’m back here. Back to my blog. My space. The place I create for me, and only me. I’ll share what I want, when I want, on my own terms.
Au revoir, Shoshanna!
