A Journal of the Plague Year Day 76

Wednesday 3rd June 2020

Sometimes life’s too hard. Too fucking hard.

Just pain and sleep then repeat. I can see the window that I’d be standing at, weeping at the mist like fucking Sarah Brightman but even then the curtain’s drawn, as it always is.

Bunch of fuck.

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