It is one year since the start of The Black Death. Our lives died 1 year ago today. One year since the end of the world. We stopped living. We used to gather with family, then it was zoom, that was awkward, now we simply don't see each other. We exchanged Christmas Cards and that was all. 2019 we were together in person. 2020 was the saddest Christmas in recorded world history. 2021 won't be much better. It won't be deemed safe by the news and CDC until there are no cases left, that could be a few years away. Those around me say even when vaccinated I must stay inside with my mask on and the vaccine is just to protect me if my siblings or mother get the virus. I have not seen my Dad since Christmas Weekend 2019. Sadly, I do not think he cares. My question is will I ever see him again, I think not. I envy those who ignored the rules and lived life as their lives did not end 1 year ago today. At the same time, 500,000 of those people are dead now. I have not seen my friends since school exactly 1 year ago today. A teacher tested positive that night and school was closed through the weekend, that weekend is still going on. You would think a year with no classes would be awesome, but this is not a 1 year vacation, it is 1 year of having to do double the work and over virtual classes with no friends and stuck inside for a year. No beach, no friends over, no living. I died 1 year ago tonight, the night the world literally stopped turning. I am 16 and a sophomore, in a little over 2 years I will graduate, probably from my basement, and from there I will be over 18 and I can leave and be free. I do not know however, that I can survive another 2 years and 3 months. We probably will be back in classrooms in September my mother says, but she says we still can't go around seeing friends because it is unsafe. I died on March 11, 2020 and will not be able to come back to life until June of 2023. I hate my life and want to die, literally.