I wanted things to go back to normal. I look around and I know that’s never gonna happen. If that day I can leave ever comes around, I will have to utter the four words I hate the most. “Do you remember me?” I know nobody will. Why should they remember me? They’ve moved on and I’m still stuck in the past. Why would they remember me? I ha- ven’t done anything memorable. I don’t mean anything to them. They won’t care about what these past few months have done to me. I know we’re all stuck inside, but I feel like I’m stuck inside my own head and all my worst fears are coming true. I’m being replaced. Little by little. The places I once held so perfectly are being taken by so many others, all because I’m stuck and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. The world is moving around me but I can’t go with it because I’m encased in amber.
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