I am here again in my lonely bed room. The grass is green but the apples are bruised.
So boring I just have my violin to play, I wish I was in a desert trying to survive. That would be cool. But, I would not be able to run with the lack of food and drink, I would have to walk. I walked out of my room feeling sad.
‘Mam life is so boring in lock down.
My mam said prickly, ‘deal with it!’
‘Aargh!’ I said, ‘I hate this, why can’t it end? I am just going to sleep.’
I want to collapse.