They made the account on a quiet afternoon, sitting cross-legged on the floor with one laptop between them. It was just for fun, they said. A place to post silly ideas, half-finished art, and jokes only they found funny. At first, no one noticed. Then a few strangers followed. A comment appeared. A heart. They refreshed the page again and again, watching the numbers inch upward like a secret scoreboard. Soon, everything became about timing and trends. They checked the account before school, after school, and late at night. Each post felt heavy with hope. Each missed like felt personal. They talked less about themselves and more about numbers. If a post did well, they were happy. If it didn’t, the room felt quieter. The fun slowly thinned into pressure. One evening, they sat together and didn’t open the app. They realized they were tired—of chasing, of counting, of caring so much about people they’d never meet. That was us! This is our last post! Byeee, we are deleting our account this weekend, miss y'all :( If you wanna show support follow https://scratch.mit.edu/users/SunkistSkin/ (she will follow you back!)
