Burnout

Sleep begins to tug at my eyelids and I yawn, glancing at the clock – 9pm.

Just a few more hours of staring into the glowing screen for my daily dose of doom scrolling before I can go to sleep. Apparently I need a reminder about how fucked we are before I officially pass out.

Tomorrow, I’ll wake up around 7am and stare at the ceiling for a bit before the need for coffee gives me a reason to get up and participate in society.