Who’s To Blame?
Lately, I’ve felt a surge of resentment every time a breaking clip pops up on my feed. Whether it’s someone screaming over a hit or pushing fillers in a 3AM livestream, I feel this visceral reaction—frustration, even anger. I scroll past fast, sometimes with a pit in my stomach. It’s not just fatigue. It feels like a form of PTSD. A flashback to moments I don’t want to relive—the shame of overspending, the thrill that