Like seriously, I’m so fucking bored I don’t know what to do with myself. Being stuck in one room is maddening. As an introvert that spends most of my time in my room anyway, I thought it would be a breeze to be quarantined. I mean, I’m always here anyway.
I underestimated how much being able to just walk around the rest of the house, step onto the porch and being able to get my own food means for my mental health. Sure, there are times I literally don’t leave my room all day until I go to find some dinner, but I have the choice to leave. I could leave any time if I was hungry enough. Now, I just sit around wondering if people will remember I’m here.
News flash: they don’t remember until late at night after they’ve had two other meals. Then they’re like, oh, did you want something to eat? Sigh.
Five days of quarantine left. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.