Deprive man of his freedom, and he is as good as dead. 

 

I feel trapped. Like a cornered dog, pacing from side to side, whimpering with its tail between its legs. I feel as if wasting air and time and breaths just being here. What's the goddamn point if you cannot travel? I know, I know, this is such a first world problem, but fuck. This is not a life worth living.

 

I'm being overdramatic, I know. But I feel as if there are a billion tiny ants crawling over my skin. Like I can't breathe. Like I'm slowing being devoured by a thick, suffocating tar, and I can't do nothing to escape it. An entire year. That is insane. We are a collectively losing an entire year. I'm panicking.