CRYING IN A CAR PARK
There I was, earlier this evening, sitting in my car, in a retail park, counting down the minutes until a dreaded job interview, trying to convince myself that I was confident, and ready. I wasn’t. I had hoped that my 2mg hit of Valium would have somehow magically transformed me and pushed me through it, but not on this occasion. Instead, I sat in my car, bawling my eyes out, constantly wiping my tears away so that I didn’t look stupid to shoppers and passers-by. Even a last-