Honestly, I'm just tired.

2020 won't stop, and I'm exhausted. 
Maybe I should have known this year would be cursed when the New Year's Eve party I attended missed the countdown to midnight by three minutes — the year has been a downward spiral ever since. On the personal front, my cat died on my 24th birthday, I went through a break up during the loneliest period of modern history, and my apartment flooded three times. 
The world, meanwhile, experienced a string of disasters: a global pandemic is forcing