One of my room mates reminds me of my father. She comes home drunk most of the time, and it really disturbs me. I get that familiar feeling in my stomach, of pain and sadness and anger, but not saying anything about it. I feel like I can't because it won't do anything, but also because I am to scared too. I hate that feeling, I hate that I have to feel it again, and I hate that it reminds me only of the bad parts of my father. When ever she is around, I have to get out of the room, I can't be around her anymore. It makes me sad to see some one so young already in that state.