When it’s time to confess

Saturday 9th May
54rth day under lockdown

Am I dying ? Is that what dying feels like ? Having a tear-drawing stomachache, jittery legs, hyperventilation and a knotted throat ? What a horrible way of trespassing...
I wish that I’d seen the end of this lockdown. That I’d persevered only a little bit longer.
Goodbye Mother, Father. I’ll admit, yes, it was me who didn’t close the freezer correctly yesterday. And me who broke the window with a marble, two years ago. Likewise, it was me who allowed my siblings to draw caveman paintings on the garden shed’s walls. Yes. All of that was my doing.
I hope that one day, all shall be forgiven. That you’ll all think of me in a few years and sigh "and how she loved banana muffins... she hated sport though ! But she loved banana muffins... and she spent her days on the couch. She was adorably lazy, forever eating banana muffins. And she was funny too. Did I mention she loved banana muffins ?"
Now, I am in peace, death can take me. I’ll welcome her like an old friend and-...

Wait... Why does it not hurt anymore ? How come I feel completely normal ?! Hehehe.. hehe.. heh... it was a false alerte apparently.... oops..? WAIT NO, IT WASN’T ME WHO LET THE FREZZER OPEN, I SWEA-