Are you okay? - 2

So when you tell me you don't know how to distract yourself, I have no idea what to say. I don't know what meme will fill something so empty. I have no idea what order of words will make you breathe a sigh of relief.

I still wonder how many likes on a post will make you feel worthy. Now, listen. All you need to do is to move from one distraction to another. When I look around, all I see is people laughing at themselves, cracking jokes about misery.

Watch more movies and cry secretly, because that's the only way we feel grief. Go to mountains and upload stories, because you need to tell others that you're alive, breathing life.

Change people like uniforms, because Internet taught you that every single thing is about self-love. Don't read books, but instead read flash fiction by people like me who hide behind fancy profiles, spewing words after words as an escape.

Use relevant hashtags, or how will people even know that you exist, enjoying your life better than them? Listen to the same songs again, maintain your snapchat streak, upload carefully curated insta-stories, and remember to make fun of anything that remotely tries to make you feel something.

And when you realise you can't feel anymore, don't break down. You're too cool to feel things. Google for more self-help quotes, rant to everyone you know, and love only when it’s convenient to you.

And when you feel sad, don't worry. Upload something like this. Wait a minute or two. Hearts will pour in. People will leave random adjectives behind in comment/s. And there - your daily dose of dopamine.