I let myself forget how much I don’t like being here. I need something to remind me, to remind of the pain that I’ve experienced here so I will be warned when I come back. They are the reason this has all happened and I am the innocent bystander that has been swept into the turmoil. I wish they would just leave.

They are the ones that make it awkward, uncomfortable, frustrating, depressing, joyless to be here.