Hurt. Not respected. Not valued. Frustrated. Annoyed. Angry for being stabbed in the back.
Is not meant to be, not a good environment, is for the best. Is still heavy for the people that I go along and the things that I love doing.
Not a loss, but gain of more experience and skills. Unfortunately, people are mean everywhere. And not always is possible to go back to enter with the right foot.
Hidden. Little flowers around the bushes. Tears of feeling so betrayed and not being heard or even have a word. Rain to cleanse and muffle the sobs.
Masking. Anxiety controlled, but not emotions.
Looking through the window and feeling the main character. Heavy breaths. Waiting to get home and be in my safe space.
Shower. Fresh pijama, fresh sheets. Environment cleansed. Getting comfortable in bed.
And slowly letting the day pass...