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 […]