Jen's Private Diary

06/04/23

I think I’m mainly writing this right now as an excuse to force myself to write anything at all. There are a hundred things I should be writing instead, but I just haven’t been able to work up the patience. 

The internet, and by extension - my computer (which is where the internet lives) is a disappointing place to be right now. Sites I used to enjoy using, like Twitter, are now disused swimming pools filled with shit and algae that, for some reason, I choose to dive into every morning. The algorithm shows me exactly what I want to see least, which is making me start to believe that there might not even be an ‘algorithm’ at all. Maybe there’s just a guy, sitting in a cubicle, manually sending transphobia and school-shooting body cam footage my way. I bet his name’s Ian.