Loosing My Fucking Mind in Quarantine

Loosing My Fucking Mind in Quarantine; a poem:

People are dying, we might die too.
I can’t go outside.
Neither can you.
So whAT ThE fUck arE we SuPpOsEd to dO.

Long story short, I’m loosing my Fucking Mind in quarantine and now I’m just screaming into the void hoping that it’ll start screaming back and I can finally get some fucking social interaction.

Anyway.

I’m passing the time by smokikn g metric fucktons of weed every day and fucking around on video chat platforms. I’m so bored. IM SO FUCKING BORED.

All my social media feeds run out of content too fast, and my high ass keeps eating all the food when going to get more groceries may literally kill me.

Bruh if I end up dying on a ventilator (if i can even fuckin’ get one), my last wish is that you just hook it up to a bong and let me blaze out in peace.

I’m tired, and weeks inside has left me so lethargic not even adderal + coffee + sativa can get me functional. Might have to start hitting the modafinil which is like one step beneath cocaine.

Fuck, i’m so close to packing my shit and going to camp out in the middle of no where until the apocalypse is over. Fuck this.

I mean shit. 20,000 people already died as I’m writing this trash pile of a post. I mean, right after I wrote the sentence that precedes this one, another 100+ people died. That was like 2 fuckin minutes ago, and I wish that were an exaggeration.

ITS BEEN LIKE A MONTH SINCE THIS SHIT GOT TO THE US. 20 FUCKING THOUSAND PEOPLE ARE DEAD. WE HAVE TH E MOST DEATHS OUT OF ALL THE OTHER COUNTRIES.

WE WIN. HIGH SCORE. TRUMP WAS RIGHT, WE’RE ALL SICK OF WINNING.

Anyway, i’m terrified.

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