You are getting worse with each passing day.
On my last b-day, I said to myself "this year is going to be mine." But no, I am absolutely so sick of you. You have brought so much suffering, pain, and loss that I wish you end in a blink. You have become a dark, gloomy cloud around us, wrapping us all up in your frightening grip. I hate you. I absolutely hate you. Just get over. Just end this shit. I am so sick of you, 2020, you-son-of-a-bitch