I don't understand any of it. What am I supposed to do? I have no idea. They won't let me leave the house. They closed the school, the gym, my choir. They closed all of Rome so I can't go out on the street or take the bus. I can't see my friends. I can't play soccer. I can't do anything. I can't even visit my grandmother and aunt. They make me wash my hands all the time. I don't mind studying on the computer. But I'm done now. I want to go to school and see everyone. Really. Not on a screen.
Now I can go outside but I can't do anything. I go out but I can't go to school. Why? I want to go to school. I go out but I still can't do anything—not even go to the gym. I can't rehearse with my choir. So what's the point of going out? Where would I even go?
I don't want to wear a mask. I hate it. I don't want it. I've never worn one because I haven't left the house. First, the mask bothers me on my mouth and nose because I can't breathe. I haven't even tried it but I already know it bothers me. And if I talk with a mask on, nobody can understand me. And I don't like masks anyway—I never wore one for carnival either because I just don't. At all.
With a mask I can't see people's faces. Maybe I could recognize them by their eyes and hair and the way they walk. But their voice sounds different. And that mask on their face scares me. I don't want it on me and I don't want it on anyone else. I want people to smile and talk to me. They can't do that with a mask. I'll never keep it on anyway because they won't make me. And if they try to make me, I'll take it off and throw it away. Right now.
I'm fed up with all of this. I can't stand it anymore. If I go out, I go out. That's it. I'm not going to school with a mask. I'm not going to the gym with a mask. I'm not going to get pizza with a mask. And I don't want to see anyone wearing one. How many times do I have to say it?