As I’m writing this, it’s about 11:15pm and I’ve spent all but about 4 of the 14 hours I’ve been awake today clearing out space in my phone so I can download all of the files I got from Facebook that are basically my life for the last 13 years.
Yep, you read that right. Thirteen. I’ve had a Facebook since April 18, 2009. I wasn’t even 19 years old yet when I made a social media account and sold my soul to Zuckerberg and the never ending scrolling that has become such a part of me that I don’t even know what my life will look like without Facebook to wake me up in the morning. Or Instagram as the rebound. Or even Twitter when neither of the other two are available.
Side note, I never got any of the other social media because 3 was more than enough to lose my soul and about three hours of a regular day… besides, very few of my actual friends use any of the others.
The fact that I literally can’t imagine my life without some social media really means that it’s time for it to go. Heck, the fact that I’ve been losing sleep (in more ways than one) about letting it go while also “soaking up” the time I have left is enough of a sign if someone ever needed one.
Sometimes I feel like I’m over-explaining myself as if I’m trying to justify what I’m doing, much like someone would do if they were doing something they know they shouldn’t be doing… but I also feel as if I’m trying to talk myself into quitting a terrible addiction. My brain has never been without the dopamine kick that social media gives, at least as an adult. So maybe that answers my question.
September 1 seems to be too close and yet not close enough…
My Social Media-less Life 
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