Quarantine Diaries

“I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.”

“I think about dying, but I don't want to die. Not even close. In fact, my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There's so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I'm still here, in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can't quite figure out what the hell I'm doing or how to get out of it.”

I feel this pressure inside.

It's getting harder to pretend everything is okay. People start to notice the bags under your eyes and that you're not eating properly and that you never really laugh or smile for real anymore. You tell them you're okay, but you can't even look them in the eye as you say it. You're not okay. You're so not okay and you're just so tired of pretending.