It had been months since the pandemic started, months locked up in my claustrophobic tiny room, which started to rack up in mold all over the walls and ceiling. Online school was going awful, work was going awful, my own mind was going awful. I had never in my life been away from my friends for so long, I didn't know how to live, I only knew who I was near them. For weeks I had been giving excuses to my superiors about not being able to work for this and that reason, usually no internet or a power outage. I couldn't take any of that anymore. I gave up school and failed all classes. I got fired after weeks of endless warnings. I felt no remorse, fear, anxiety or whatever, in fact, I felt relief. I could finally rest my head down and sleep all day, there was nothing better that I could do anyways.