COOKED

You aren't tired — life put you in the oven, forgot the temperature, and now you're crispy outside, soft inside, soul smoking.COOKED's mental state is like a piece of toast burnt around the edges, surface still holding the shape of "I'm fine," inside already emitting the complex aroma of anxiety, fatigue, meltdown and self-mockery.

Someone asks if you're okay; you smile, because the question feels like asking a burning building "is the AC comfortable?" You aren't completely broken — you're done, done enough to be plated up for the era's dinner table as a case study of modern youth psychological resilience.

Congratulations: you've evolved from a "person" into a piping-hot mental ruin.