Unpaid Bill

My phone, honestly—or at least, a smartphone/its’ capabilities.

Before, if I wanted a quick distraction from something, I could scroll through my SMS texts and see if there was at least one I could send an inappropriately late response to.

Now, with read receipts, Instagram and really everything that is the enemy of efficiency sitting at my fingertips, a phone feels more like a drug—supplying that sweet, sweet high of instant gratification and cheap, surface-level entertainment—ready to distract me from everything.