Dear diary,

Another morning alone. I’m stuck in my little shoebox of an apartment. This contagious illness has now confined us to never leave our homes, thus I am slowly losing my mind. It’s been 3893 days since I’ve interacted with another human. Life these days is behind a screen, if you didn’t find love before online life, you stood no chance now. Dating apps are pointless, standards are too high, respect is too low. I’m bored, I’m tired and I’m desperate. My family is gone, like everyone else in this dystopian landscape, human interaction is at a lack.

Anything and I mean ANYTHING would save me from this lonesome lifestyle, I just don’t know what.

Anyways, back to my pointless job.

Jack