Bare

I'm hiding in my car taking deep breaths, completely overwhelmed by the wave of new information and confusing logistics. An unfamiliar playing field with too much oestrogen. 

It was a good idea to skip lunch - the anxiety is making me nauseous. The fact that I am without a manicure makes it worse. I'm at a state of utmost vulnerability, where the lightest snowflake could send me tumbling. 

And so I find comfort in old spaces and old faces. This is when bad judgement and lax morals come out to play.