The Internet Made Me and I Still Feel Like Shit
A love/hate letter to the internet, comparison, and compulsive self-monitoring.
I love the internet. It’s the only reason I can reach you righ
t now—wherever you are. Maybe you’re scrolling while on the toilet. Or squeezed into a tiny airplane bathroom, 30,000 feet in the air, reading these very words, on a toilet. Or maybe you’re not on the toilet at all! I’ll just drop the whole toilet thing.
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