So here I sit, coughing away amongst the public, knowing that if it were someone else coughing then I'd be utterly disgusted but wanting only sympathy being sick myself.
I'm enjoying the girl in the fur coat reading, the gentleman in his 40s and a business suit using his iPad as a controller in a driving game, the crazed old woman muttering "hmm" to herself next to me.
I wonder what flash judgements people make of me. Today I'm the young woman in a blue lace dress with a 'slumming it' style hoody thrown on top. My hair is down and styled but I haven't got any makeup on. I would look at me and think "Fucking hell, go one way or the other."
But I can't walk in heels and already wake up too early.
In 1.5 weeks I will have moved into my new place and be sat on the other side of this platform in the waiting room without the toilets but trains that run every 15 minutes, as opposed to every 40. I'm starting to fear this big step, but there's no going back now.
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