i am exhausted. scrolling, and scrolling, for now and forever. so many words, colours, pictures. all driven directly into my skull. takes and takes until thinking is beaten into a pulp.
i don’t think it’s something i can take much longer. i don’t think it’s something the people i love can take much longer.
what used to be love in me is now a void. i can’t discuss, i have to argue, i have to be creating, i can’t just be.
i used to be happy. not that long ago. i loved to make things, do things, be experimental. i’d sit, dreaming about things i wanted to make.
now i simply dream about making, doing, being nothing.
i think the internet is poisoning me.
- v [ she/they ]