Chapter Eighteen: This is So Sad.
7/27/2020
Dear Diary,
Am I sad? Maybe I am. Is everyone else feeling like me?
I was really happy before COVID and the shut down infected our lives, lifestyles and livelihoods. I literally used to drive around with a silly stupid smile on my face. True. Even in a mini-van.
But I am so sad.
I am so afraid for the world and the world we’ll pass on. I feel the impending doom in my bones.
I have felt it for four years.
I keep waiting for a select few fortunate others to feel it, too. But, they don’t. They dig down. Was I wrong to make them my barometer?
I am so scared that this will be our legacy. I don’t know how to stop it. How do I stop it? The outcome I wish to avoid is total doom, so the stakes feel really big.
I am scared. I am lonely and must keep my support circle at bay. I am angry.
We have 99 days left before we can vote ourselves a brighter future.
Let’s make a change. This isn’t right.
Very truly yours,
Maya