“Look! I’m pointing at a tiny germ on my hand! Who knows if it is harmless or is responsible for a global pandemic!”

“I stand with unions that represent grocery workers and other essential employees. Fight the power!”

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“I have a pre-existing heart condition and am immunocompromised. Goodnight!”

“I ran out of bananas weeks ago, my favorite taco place closed permanently, my only pastime is showering, and I have an eye infection but am too scared to go to the doctor.”

“I’m scared that this quarantine won’t be over by summer. What if I can’t go home for my family’s 4th of July party? It could be GramGram’s last year. Oh god, don’t think about GramGram, alone in that nursing home.”

“Will I just keep putting on a full face of makeup to make dance videos on Tik Tok until I die? Is this all there is?”

“I accidentally licked the germ on my hand, and now I’m gonna die and go down to meet the devil who will be happy that I’m such an idiot. How could I have forgotten to wash my hands!?”

“I have given up. I spend my days crying hysterically. I’ve resorted to saying a prayer every night for sweet relief.”

“Oh my god, I was sitting in my house and my roommate had to watch my appendix burst because I couldn’t go to the hospital to get a proper appendectomy. We had to fashion a system to drain my abdomen with a bendy straw and a Ziploc bag.”

“The isolation will soon unravel me. Through the haze, I see visions of people dancing, dancing to music I cannot hear. Each moment is torture.”

“What are these objects!? Do you remember? These symbols…they mean nothing to me anymore.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just go feed my sourdough starter and post about it on Instagram.”