so tired

Woke up. Drove. 

Got gas. And Covefe. 

I always get gas on Friday. 

Well shit. 

It’s Thursday. 

Almost called out from work. 

I feel like a squished cockroach. 

I’m sure I’ll survive

But I don’t like being this tired. 

I’ve lost my happy place. 

I know it’s here. 

I just have to find it again. 

Right now, I’m chalking it up to COVID. 

I did this. Months later, 

No mold.  No change. 

Some people need to learn this as well. 

Sharing face masks with the other nurses. 

I hurt all over

And I’ve lost my faith. 

In the universe- 

And everything and everyone in it. 

I’m trying to not be mad. 

Or sad. Just need some “me” time.