It& #39;s one of the dark nights where I& #39;ve become convinced William has it (he& #39;s got a little cough) even though we haven& #39;t seen anyone in 18 days (what if we didn& #39;t clean the hose enough what if it was on delivery or the mail) and we& #39;re gonna get it and I& #39;ll die because I& #39;m fat and-

I feel like I can& #39;t stop crying.

Do y& #39;all feel this too?

It feels like every story about someone dying I see is about a fat person and I& #39;m TERRIFIED and I KNOW IT& #39;S NOT TRUE but it feels like EVERYONE EVERYWHERE IS DYING