I’m like a fool standing here outside the hospital fidgeting around. I think I’ll be called out as someone suspicious for being looking and being suspicious. I’m fully aware I could get reported because of what I’m wearing. I get comments about how I always look like someone who was hired to put a tail on people. How can people discriminate against someone’s fashion? It’s like racism but clothes. The weirder ones always get bad treatment.
It’s eight in the morning. Contrary to the dilemma I had at four, I was able to sleep without dreaming. I think my brain was too tired to even have a dream. That’s a good thing, though.
I don’t know what I’m hesitant about. The moment I woke up from that short sleep, I wanted to run here and see Norman. And that’s also what I’m terrified about. I couldn
