Let me explain: covid hit when I was still 12. I remember covid.
So why 13?
I was 13 in 7th grade. And time just.. stopped after about April. I know things have happened in my life since then. But none of it feels real.
The joys, the sorrows, all I feel when I think of things is confusion and blankness.
I feel distress when bad things happen, and joy ewhewn good things do. But when I remember them, it seems like another life living by another person.