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I, 95.

i wish i was bringing people with me to new york :( just any of the people… my friends, my girlfriend, my roommate. it’s getting a bit lonely on these i-95 shuttles. not that i’m not excited to see the people i’m going to see… of course i totally am, but i just wish i could share the traveling with someone else. even when i had a car, it was almost like having another person, but this boltbus business… it’s lonely. hopefully i’ll just get stoned and write for a bit and then pass out. but… i never seem to. and when i show up.. it’ll be 10pm, and i’ll have to fucking take the subway to wherever the fuck, but my heart will be beating much louder than it is now. when youre in new york city your heart has to beat louder, so you can remember you’re still alive, and not a particle amongst the other particles. and i’ll get to where i’m going, and i’ll be a little flustered, a little road-weary, but i will be so happy to be with the people i love again, because that time on the bus, looking out the window watching every car and town blow by, is enough to make you feel like you’ll never see another friendly face again.

Can you call out of work lovesick?

Because I totally wanted to today. I woke up after about 4 hours sleep, no sun shining in my window, no pretty woman next to me in bed, and I just wanted to pull the covers over and go the fuck back to sleep. Instead I did my normal routine and hobbled off to work with the rest of the worker bees, but truth is, all I wanted to do was stay in bed and feel miserable about how happy she makes me… what the fuck is that about? I guess today is a how do you say… emo, kind of day.

ugh im gonna go eat my pumpkin muffin and listen to some taking back sunday, they’re the only ones who understand me…