I write this page in a drunken state. We had a bonfire and I started drinking again, for anything miss spelled I will kot fix because it is the stae at which I'm in and this is written for me rather than the reader. However, I love all of my readers and i thank you for reading.
I made such a moronic mistake. I confessed my feelings to my bestfriend. I feel as if this was a mistake because even though she knows, I feel as if she didnt. I feel terrible. Like garage. She was t3g only one there for be when my ex left me and I thrived off of my friends attention. My friends cared for me in such a way that I felt so happy that I started to really like her. But with this pandemic on the rise I cant figeu anything out. I'm such a mess. Fuck. I'm so stupid. You just had to do it while you were drunk didnt yoy?! Fucking idiot. Shut the fuck up.
Numbers are only going higher with 30,000 some in my state and only 8,000 some recovering. It only gets worse. Nothing gets better in this shit. They say it could last all summer. I'm so tired of it.
That's all I'm going to write becuase I dont have a reason but yes. Signing off.
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Journal Over Covid-19
Short StoryMy experience through the outbreak of the virus in a small town of America. This will be typed out as a journal each day for three weeks.
