Four Months Inside These Four Walls — the thoughts of a teenager in quarantine

The community quarantine started on March 17, and it hasn't been lifted until now. Only people between the ages 21 - 59 are allowed to go out.

I don't know what's happening outside our subdivision's gates anymore. The last time I went outside was four months ago, back in March, back when physical classes were still safe.

I should be okay with this— I'm introverted, anyway. I'm used to being inside, accompanied by no one but my mom, my books, my notebook, and my pen.

But I'm not. The quarantine has been taking a toll on my well-being— physically and mentally. My mom began throwing remarks at how pale my skin has become, and I gained weight. The days have started mixing up in my mind. Everything has become monotonous— wake up, eat, read, surf the internet, sleep, and repeat. I was nowhere near productive.

I feel... lonely.

My imagination has been helping, I think. I imagine I'm in far off worlds, not holed up in my room as I am now. I imagine I'm scavenging in Seattle with Ellie and Dina— characters in The Last of Us 2. I imagine I'm helping Aelin Galathynius reclaim her throne in the world of The Throne of Glass series. I imagine I'm playing Quidditch with the Weasley family in the Harry Potter universe.

But when my mind's too burned out to even imagine— it wanders into dark alcoves.

Which is terribly exhausting. Ironic, really, because I'm getting little to no physical activity.

All I can do now is hope that a cure for this virus arises, and no politics or some other selfish stuff will hinder common folk from getting access to it— so this quarantine will, finally, be lifted.

I could use a hug or two from my friends.