Day four and I felt a bit better. Now I only felt like I had been run over by a truck and not a tap dancing elephant. But still, my wounds had taken far too long to heal.
What had I gotten myself into?
And I was so lonely.
No one to speak to.
It's either all the girls that came in here were to scared or shy to even make eye contact with me, let alone speak with me, or those that did have the guts to speak to me would reign curses down on me right to my tenth generation.
Again, my brain might be over processing some things.
Anyway, I was still getting the vibe that maybe those girls didn't really like me.
So, in order to keep my sanity, I had to work on something else.
On how to get the hell out.
*******
Gah!
It was impossible!
I had tried everything.
