So how many people can say they blew a job interview because they had a major PTSD dissociative in the middle of it.
They were looking at me like I had three heads. They probability thought I was on drugs.
I was trapped outside my body on the other side of thick glass unable to warn myself or stop myself as complete idiocy babbled out of my mouth.
Toward the end they looked a little afraid of me. I’m not sure why. I don’t know what I was saying or doing at that point. I was too far away. I woke up sitting in my car in a parking lot on the other side of the city. I don’t know how I got there.
I hate him.