She left social media, not because of the rampant falsehoods or the adverts for things she knew would never work but still wanted.
She left because it was filled with ghosts.
The friendships that had ended badly taunted her with snapshots of drunken nights out, heads squashed together in the frame, hair plastered to foreheads.
The dog she had lost to cancer haunted her from shaky videos filmed on blustery days, his ears flat to his head and his tongue hanging loose.
Her grandparents’ posts yelled at her in capital letters, desperate to be remembered.
Too much. Too much.
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