This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at MSU chapter.
I hate when the phone rings.
It only brings bad news.
Latest lost in my neighborhood
Or the rising death toll
Or the looming threat of bankruptcy
Become anchors that drag me out of the dreamlike state I’ve been floating in
Fearing what’s on the other end,
I ignore their calls, texts, posts
Cut all ties to reality.
I’d rather stay here and float.