Lost at Sea

The sense that I don’t belong here is overwhelming. My mind tells me a logical solution would be to retreat to my car and hide in there for the next couple of hours until I can collect my documents and flee home as fast as possible. It’s not that I don’t see how that option is not optimal but it appears to be a logical solution to the problem at hand. It will be time for me to take my Promazine in about half an hour, what will they say to each other then? ‘I knew she was mentally unwell! Look Brenda, she has drugs for mental people!’ ‘ I wonder if she’s unstable, if she will do anything crazy or aggressive’ ‘ Maybe she will flip out and start trashing the shop, shall we go somewhere else?’

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