Write your own vignette. I'll mark brainliest

The room was warm and stuffy, but in a comforting way. It had the heavy but pleasing odor of musty books and old upholstery, with an overall air of ash and cedar from the fire that was always burning low the stone hearth, crackling and spitting quietly. There was a patchwork blanket resting over the side of the sunken but cozy couch, its squares tattered by the love and wear of time. A wooden clock ticked reliably on the wall.

Explanation:

you have three options. first, you can delete the instagram account. two, you can change the handle, username, and profile photo and make the account private. finally, you can just confess. there really is no point in lying to them.