The past two nights have been terrible. Nonstop coverage of Ukraine, coupled with trending hashtags like “WW3.” I can hardly bare it. I’ve been putting off homework at night because I can barely get out of bed. The thought of living through those 30 minutes of panic before the bombs go off, or even worse, having to live through the post apocalypse terrify me. 

Everything is good right now except my mental health. All A’s, good extracurriculars, might get into some pre-college summer programs. I also feel like a good person most of the time, and my moral integrity is very important to me.

Yet for some reason I’m always worried about something, and now that Russia is invading Ukraine I can’t get it out of my head that shit is gonna go down soon. It looks like things are bad, but I can’t tell what the likelihood of nukes are.