Every day my mind breaks down further. The virus continues carrying me along this road of death without my consent. I forget things. And I think the world will soon forget me. My friends come to visit. They ask when I’ll come back to school. I tell them I’m not sure. They ask if I want to go out. I tell them I’m not feeling up to it. But** **I don’t tell them I can’t remeber their names. I don’t tell them I’m sick. My parents call. They ask how I am. I tell them im fine. They ask if i want to come over. I tell them i have lots of studying. as the virus continues to drag me along i stop leaving the house. i stop brushing my teeth. i stop taking care of myself. eventually the sickness has rendered me useless. we have made it to a pit stop on the road. im not getting worse. im not getting better. im scared. my parents call. i cant bring myself to answer the phone. iforget lots. i cant remebermuch. i hope its overquickly. i hope lots of things. but i dont want hope. ihope eventhough i dont want to. I dont wanttoknow the familiardissapoi ntment asso ciated with hope. i forgetthings and ithink theworld will soon forgetme. iforgetthings and i forgetthings the worldwill forgetme idontwant tobefor gotten

i think we reached the end of the road.