Doomscolling

I hate doomscolling. I hate everything about it. I sit there, hiding from the world and watching my life pass by. So what if I stopped? Even if it was just a day. Would I be happy? Or would I coward at the way things have become? But, alas, another day gone by ending another week of another month of the 15th year of my life. Geez, I guess I'd rather doomscroll instead.