so i'm fine, right? fine until i see a name written on a piece of paper and then i continue to keep convincing myself that i'm fine, fine until i'm out that building and on my way home, walking down the sidewalk, across the street, don't bother to wait because it's all stop signs, the cars have to stop anyways. and i'm thinking about things, trying to think about mundane shit, i don't feel that bad, it's just, a little annoying, he's overlaid on all my thoughts no matter what they're about, and i get in my car and i'm driving home and i just want to get there as soon as i can. quickly, because i can't seem to concentrate and everything's not very clear and oh shit! there's a car coming that i didn't notice, better hurry through this turn, and to another intersection, and i'm not sure who has the right of way and i hesistate and then i go anyways, someone has to go, and i just wanna get home, get home, hurry, hurry past his house and down the street and i never meet another car at this intersection, but there's one today, doesn't matter, turn, turn, park, and i'm home. home where i can curl up alone in my bed until the moment passes, and then i can try to tell myself this shouldn't be such a big deal, plenty of other girls have it far worse.