Fuck. I am exhausted. I know more about how my friends will react to the plague than I had ever guessed I might. I always pictured the plague involving me running for my life, cut off from all communication, desperate, alone, scared, probably naked. Wait, that was my audition for Cops. I confuse the two.
I have been able to make Rachel and Rhys laugh here and there throughout the day and they have done the same. The phone and the laptop will be sleeping on the couch tonight. We had a falling out, you see. I'm not sure that we both want the same things from the relationship, and I feel as if I disappear when I am with them.
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