

I recently deleted all my social media apps. At the time, I did it because I suddenly realized how dependent I’d become on scrolling—it was starting to frustrate and bother me, with my hand reaching for my phone every minute to check my feed. But now, some time later, I’ve caught myself wishing someone out there would actually notice my absence. My closest friends have my contact info, so they still easily reach out via WhatsApp or Telegram; that part’s fine. But there are others—not close enough to be called real friends, but people I’d genuinely like to connect with, to build a real emotional bond. When they would go quiet for one reason or another, I’d often find myself wondering about them, checking in or asking mutual friends if all was well. But now, no one is looking for me. I know this because any messages I’d get would still come through email notifications, and there are none.
It’s a strange feeling, almost like a faint itch in the heart—a mix of anticipation, a bit of thrill, the clear knowledge that there’s no reason to hope, and yet a sense of peace and release. And still, I check my email every hour, just in case someone has written. There’s also a bit of embarrassment, knowing that deep down, part of me feels like I might have vanished in hopes of attracting some attention. And people who do things like that have always kind of annoyed me.