I don't think sleeping here or just hiding away from everybody who I know are waiting for me will serve any purpose so I decided to go on face the fire but first and foremost l need a really good shower.
I was really detached to a point where I feel like I don't know myself anymore because I remember the first time I actually entered this bathroom and I was impressed about how fancy it was but now l don't even care.
I just felt icky even though l just had a shower, but I guess maybe I'm still a bit traumatized by whatever I just experienced in the last couple of days.
I found a tracksuit, which I'm pretty sure belongs to Bernard, and I just put it on because I don't really want to impress anybody with my appearance.
I took a deep breath before I even left the room because I don't think
