My eyes are still closed, but a couple of tears have managed to squeeze out. I tear off a couple squares of toilet paper, and lightly dab around the corners of my eyes. I close my eyes again, and take a few *deep breaths* guess I'd better get back out there before anyone realizes I was having a moment.<br/><br/>I discard the the toilet paper and flush, then head over to sink. Ugh. I wasn't really crying, but my eyes are red. Hair's a mussed as well. I dig a brush out of my purse and start brushing it out. This is so ridiculous, I can't even have a normal conversation without getting emotional. Everyone probably thinks I'm crazy. Let's face it, I'm well on my way to Crazytown. *sigh* I tuck my brush back into my purse, and inspect my makeup. Better do some touchup.<br/><br/>Is it too much to ask just to find some semblance of normalcy? Have a normal conversation, enjoy a few drinks, go catch a movie, have a girls night out, something? I don't wanna be the coddled gurl, the one everyone has to tiptoe around. That's what it feels like though. And if I can see that ... *sigh* Fuck it, that's as good as my makeup's gonna get. I put everything back in my purse, and place my hands on the counter with my head down. Gotta compose myself before going back out.<br/><br/>