This morning I left my house and put on some uplifting (haha) Radiohead as I walked to work. I didn’t cry this time, because I find the act of crying fogs up my glasses with the stupid mask I have to wear. Which made me wonder, why am I wearing the mask to begin with? Why doesn’t someone just infect me with this fucking virus so I can die because god knows I’M TOO CHICKEN TO TAKE MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS.
I thought about not showing up at work. I thought about not coming home. I think about these options a lot.
My dog, who was my soul mate and only two and a half years old, died last month unexpectedly of an aggressive cancer, and quite honestly, all I can think of is seeing her again. I have fake support in the form of empathy. I’m dead inside anyway.
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happy_mask is a most timely user name. I don’t like how mask can fog up glasses. Radiohead has some lyrics we on here can relate to. Sorry about your dog. That is a huge loss.
Ha – yeah, ironically my user name is quite timely, but I’ve had it for a couple years now. It’s really about how I am always putting a smile on my face despite how horrible I feel.
Sorry about your dog. Cancer is a real beast, spreads so quickly. Two and a half years …. too young. My sincerest sympathy to you.