I stress-ate every snack I could find last night. I don’t know why.
Didn’t have much to say yesterday. I drank a lot of mead to numb the pain.
I have taken to drinking. Drinking has taken to me. We have taken to each other. COVID please let my lung be
I don’t want to die with things left undone. I don’t want to drown in a bed, alone, without my loved ones able to say goodbye. I don’t want to die without one last kiss from Katie.
I’m expecting to reach another 200 entries, if not more. If I live. New York is dying. Don’t fiddle while it burns.
I’m starting to get overwhelmed. Despair is setting in.