Dear Diary,
I’m sick, and I’m scared. I always acted like the idea of this whole virus didn’t bother me but I’m scared what if I have it. One day I feel fine then minutes later I’m coming and freezing to the point it hurts. And while I can stay positive or more like realistic there is a part of me that imagines the worst, the what if’s?? And this leads me to sort of reevaluating my life. If somehow I was sick sick, would I be happy with how everything ended up.