Scrolling through TikTok before going to sleep and then spending the rest of my night awake, haunted by TikTok, has become a part of my nightly ritual. If Vogue were ever to bless me with the opportunity to make a video of my getting-ready-for-bed beauty routine, my “For You” page would surely make it in there, maybe with some tips for how to have bad skin, because that’s all I know.

I accepted this new habit as a part of my quarantine reality about two lockdowns ago, and since then my algorithm has morphed quite a few times. Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse, but always a reflection of my most toxic qualities.