Today 9am - 2pm

I live in isolation. I wake up and do 3 sun salutations on the carpet. I wear a black bikini top, my shorts read Georgetown on the butt. I try to tan, but it’s too hot. I try to read, but I forgot how. I talk to a psychiatrist on the computer. She is different from me. I drink coffee over ice, adding cinnamon to it. I call an old friend. I can tell she’s sick of me, or maybe confused. I reply to a text with all that I am. I spend time with a girl on the internet. She does not know I exist. She says she loves me. I believe her. I think about boys, god, and my mother. I listen to your ex-girlfriend's playlist. I really like it.