I continue to maintain the illusion that t has that most haunting picture in her office because it affects her somehow, not that she "just likes it" like she said when I asked. I still don't like it. It haunts me. It haunts me a lot less since I wrote my poem about it, I don't feel as drawn to stare at it as I used to, but if I do happen to look at it, it still draws me in. Last weekend it sucked me in big time. It's like, well it reminds me of how I felt when I was in the darkest depths of depression.