Once again, I’m sitting in the vehicle in a parking lot crying. This is a regular occurrence where I break down in public and don’t feel it’s safe for me to drive yet. So here I sit. Waiting for some numbness to arrive so I can go curl up in a ball at home. There, I will just end up screaming. If I can pull myself together to go somewhere, it may be a better idea in the long run. ….but what the fuck does it matter anyway.