It is 2am and I am sitting in a folding chair, waiting in line for the park to open up at 9am. I shall spare you the irrelevant details, but know that I am very much outside, in the humid/cool weather.

I will admit there is one girl who is sitting ahead of me and she is so skinny I am crazy jealous—not to mention self-conscious. I have lost my appetite, which is good. I have another 3-4hours before my mum gets here and I am going to try and enjoy that time while I can.

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I am cold as I sit here, but even though I may be uncomfortable in that sense, I feel much more at ease than I did last night. Last night was hell. There are bugs. It is humid. There are strangers all around me, but I feel more comfortable than I do in an air conditioned building.

I do not feel safe. I am not without anxiety or stress, but this discomfort—what everyone around me is complaining about—is far more comforting as it is what I have known and grown accustomed to the past month.

I will not be sleeping tonight. I do not want a repeat of last night.

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Things will be busy tonight, so I may not get to write later.