Dear Maya,
The past few weeks have been tough. I rarely go outside anymore.
I haven’t spoken to you in person for eight months.
There is something about these four walls,
I find it so monotonous. It is so exhausting.
Technology can only do so much.
Today, I woke up and dreaded existing. Honestly, what is the point?
I get up, stay in my pajamas, open my laptop, and sit down.
Until the darkness absorbs the light.
Then I go to bed, hoping to get some sleep.
I lay there for hours instead.
