Help

9:oopm, bed.

I put my phone down

Screen side up

Just in case.

Drifting, dreaming,

Free.

Wait,

Did my screen light up?

Is that twitter?

No,

Facebook.

Is it a like? A follow?

Maybe Emma Watson responded to my tweet.

Or a Trump supporter arguing with me,

again.

Ooo I hope it is a Trump supporter.

What shall I say this time?

Maybe

a link to factcheck.org.

Or maybe

attack them personally…

No.

Personal attacks don’t get likes,

They don’t get praise.

You need to be witty,

You need to attack them in ways they

Didn’t see coming.

10pm.

Okay, I have an 8am,

Responding can wait.

No, it can’t.

I’m starting to

Itch.

What if they think my

Silence is

Submission?

No, I can’t.

I must

Respond.

I need to fucking

Sleep.

I’m going to just see it,

Then sleep.

I slide my thumb to the right.

The light of the screen

Puts me in a daze.

My hands won’t let me put

It down.

I can’t stop.

12am.

1am.

2am.

3am.

It doesn’t end.