There will be others
I know I'm lucky.
Lucky that I'm in quarantine with my family, in a comfortable house, with a garden, a big bedroom for myself.
But why is it so hard then? I cry a lot. Even when I'm eating dinner with my parents, my sisters. Usually, I live alone. Most times, I wish I could go back to my apartment. But I chose to come here. I thought, living alone during a quarantine is just too much to bear. I think this whole thing just happened at a bad time. Not that there is a "good time" for this anyway. But I'm 20, it feels like I'm at the most intense, thrilling, interesting, strong, beautiful part of my life. I was right about to get my degree. The important thing, that I can't seem to be able to understand, is that there will be others. There will be other times for me to go out with friends, there will be other people for me to meet, other boys for me to have crushes on, other studies for me to pursue. I'm very nostalgic of the life I had. And I know things will be different when I come out.
But there will be others.
