I'm just worn out
from all these funerals and...hurt friends. Not just the ones who are PHYSICALLY gone. I doubt anyone is entirely who they were before this began. I wouldn't expect or even hope for them to be. I'm still upset too, and hurt, and angry. It's not inhibiting my everyday functioning. I just feel bad about all of it. I feel regret. I know everyone else does too. And I even when they don't say I can feel it, and it's this collective of stewing feelings just below the surface of everything.