Clara
I shouldn't feel this way; there's no real reason. Nothing concrete.
Nothing I can point to and say… this is what's wrong. And yet… I feel it.
My mind is clouded, that meeting left me destabilized. It's not that I don't know how to listen to the members of the board of directors, or that I think I'm perfect and therefore a "mistake" is going to bother me... but, it is the first time that this has happened.
I suppose that for everything there is a first time.
Since I left the building, since I got in the car, since I got home. My mind was the same, without a doubt, there is no worse prison than that.
I couldn't forget the looks, words, anything... That weight, that discomfort, that feeling... that something doesn't fit. It stayed with me.
When I get to my apartment, I close th
