Over the past week, I feel that my brain has been overstimulated. I'm overwhelmed. I miss my boyfriend, a lot. And I'm anxious right now. I want to see him. And I want to apologize to him. My phone has been dead since 7 pm. Its now midnight.

I will repeat: I want to speak with my boyfriend.

I'm not calm. Not calm at all. Why won't this train come? He feels like I've been too busy for him. I'm pacing. I don't want to be alone. You hear that: I don't want to be alone. I need to see him. Maybe in the morning. Ok, here comes the train. Good. I can breathe. I want to hear him breathe.

I need to be calm. How. My brain is jumbled with thoughts. Money, death, drugs, love, respect, agony.

Where are you alex? I hope this train runs express.

I feel very raw. Its such a strong feeling.

I need to be still. I've just been on and on and on. My fingernails are filthy.

Thank god this train is running express. I wonder if it will time perfectly where I can catch the bus. If not, I'll walk home

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Again, I hope the bus comes. I need to plug my phone in and let it charge. I need to speak with you. Because I love you immensely and I don't think you know that.

I don't think you know that I cringe at the idea of you ever being harmed physically.

I don't think you know that I would do anything to make sure you never felt unimportant.

I don't think you know how awful I feel for telling you to shut the fuck up.

I don't think you know that I miss you so much. I miss our time. We haven't had a lot of it lately. And I know the whole point of it all was for us to begin to miss each other again. Well, it worked. I miss you right now. More than my mind is able to cope with.

My mind is such a clusterfuck. I have the feeling when your eyes well up with tears on the inside.

I'm scared out of my fucking mind. I don't think you know that either.

9 more stops. You hate when I count stops. It keeps me sane. Needless to say, its not working well now.

When I was younger, my life dream was to be rich and famous. I'm much better off now.
Moderation.

8 more stops.

I hope you're still awake when I get home. This traincar is filled with couples. Perfect.

When I get home, ill have to hurry and shut the window. Because you're not there.

Arriving into brooklyn.

Walking home. I want to get you before you go home, so you can come here. Wish me luck.

A group of bats just flew past me.
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