I get that feeling, everytime I see it, as if the bottom of my stomach just fell out and I'm going to be sick and cry and scream. And I just slip out of the room, without bidding anyone goodbye, and praying they don't say anything to me. Because then I have to be polite, and turn and wave and smile and see it.
And so I leave. I take myself out of the situation so I can forget.

The cold weather numbs my nose and my heart. I talk to Tristan a little. I come home. I buy bangles. I watch Finding Nemo with joy. But the "Cloud of Ass" lurks beyond my door, waiting to attack as soon as I leave my house to face another Goddamn fucking day.

And I cannot seem to forget.