Girl, Whatever!

Journal 4/27/26

The art of the instagram note is a skill that many people believe serves no greater purpose, but, to me, it delivers the messages that I’ll never send. I’m not someone who moves on easily or copes with the general hiccups of life particularly well, and, as much as I hate to admit it, not every dead horse is worth beating and not every conversation is worth having. I think its true that some thoughts should truly be inside thoughts. But then, for those of us who have never gotten over anything in this life, where does that energy go? The anger, the sadness, the pettiness, the annoyance, the joy, the loss, the love towards every person or situation that no longer has a place in this world out loud: where could that possibly go? Call it stupid or too simple, but all of those things find their home in the songs I put on my instagram posts or notes. Thoughts and feelings communicated through meticulously combed through song lyrics are comfortably situated on my public social media pages, sending my targeted messages out into the vast universe where they’ll never actually hit a target. It’s stupid, I’m talking to a wall, and I’m accomplishing jack-shit by doing it, but these are my secret messages to send, and I’ll keep sending them. I talk to the universe (via instagram) about everything, and if you listen closely to my carefully-curated secret messages, maybe you’ll hear one that was meant for you. Or don’t, it’s not anything I’d want to talk about out loud anyways.