OPAL

My eyes won't leave the fuel gauge, and my anxiety worsens when I return to the city.

I have never been in a situation like this before in all my life. This despair is eating me alive. It's so hard for me to concentrate when I don't know what my next move is.

Where does one go from here?

I'm nearly out of gas and I don't know what to do with myself. I have no money with me or my phone. That makes it impossible for me to spend the night somewhere. I should never have left without my bag ...