This is an original song I wrote:
I’m so lost in this place, caught in between what’s real and what’s fake. Can’t face reality it’s killing me inside, nothing left for me to do but say I tried. Oh why, can’t I?
I sit and wonder what to do when all I think about is you, I think you’ve got my mind made up.
I wish you’d show me something new after what you’ve put me through, I never knew this would be so tough.
Here’s where the block sets in, my stomach drops, my head is spinning, and you’re nowhere to be found.
I’m getting dizzy, tired of thinking, sick of looking up and down, you got me runnin’ round and round.
And it’s so frustrating how you keep me waitin’ I don’t know what else to say, the same old shit just another day and it’s so confusing how you keep on using me, I’m waisting away.
I sit and wonder what to do when all I think about is you, I think you’ve got my mind made up.
I wish you’d show me something new after what you’ve put me through, I never knew this would be so tough.
Me: (Keeps walking)
Boy: Excuse me can I ask you a question
Me: Yes
Boy: Do you know what horses eat?
Me: No I don’t
Boy: Heyyyyyyyyyyy
Me: wow how lame (smiled)
Boy: You finally smiled
Me: That’s cause your lame
Boy: But it made you smile
Me: (shake my head)
….66 Bus to City Line
Ave
Boy: Can I sit next to you?
Me: its septa
Boy: What’s your name?
Me: (start to put my earphones in my ear)
Boy: You’re not going to tell me your name?
Me: My name is Janice
Boy: That’s a nice name
Me: (Texted Rumman, did you get on your bus yet?
Rumman: Yes
Me: you believe how this lame a** boy is trying to talk to me lol
Rumman: haha
Me: it’s not funny
Rumman: wat he say
Me: (told what he said)
Rumman: lmbo is he cute?
Me: Yes
Rumman: haha is he still sitting next to you?
Me: yes
Rumman: that’s funny
….Cottman Ave
Boy: Bye see you next time
Me: Rumman he jus got off thank god
Rumman: lol
Me: did you get off da bus yet?
Rumman: yea
Rumman: did
Me: I have 1 more stop
Rumman: ttyl
Me: ok see u 2mrw
As if on cue, every single time I step on to the platform of the Frank ford-Market line train, something wrong must happen to me. I get on the train, already prepared for the worst mind you, and I see an available seat. I nonchalantly look around to make sure there is no one else around me or eyeing the seat, and when I realize the coast is clear I make my move. It's about seven forty in the AM and I got some hot chocolate on my way to the El, which had already spilled on my tan jacked, which was absolutely lovely(sarcasm). So I'm walking toward the chair, my drink at hand and when I sit I realize the chair is abnormally moist. As if everyone on the train knew exactly what was going on and what was on the chair, when I looked up; I had about twenty two eyeballs staring at me. I ignored them at first but they just kept glancing back at me like they all had ticks in their necks, and then the seat began to feel strangely wet. Then I realized at the moisture of the still unknown liquid soaked threw my jeans that these heartless rude people where waiting for a reaction from me. I was so embarrassed first off because no one had the common courtesy to let me know before I sat down that there was something on the seat, and secondly because not only did I not see anything when I did check the seat but I had no idea what it was. As I hoped that death would somehow strike me now, I realized my stop was approaching and I agonized even more. I got up with disgust and very nervously turned around to look at my backside and to my surprise it was just water. But it doesn't end there, I had my book bag on the seat next to me and somehow there was urine on that seat! I literally gaged out loud at the smell! The first thing that came to mind was how the heck did I not smell it before that point, and I realized it was because I was drinking my hot chocolate and that must have blocked the smell, but i could have cried when i got up and walked towards the door and saw a hobo with soaked wet pants and an empty water bottle hanging from his oversized coat. I felt both pity and disgust as everything started to make sense. But I got off the train surprisingly not as upset as I thought I would be, mainly because I knew how everything had happened, and it wasn't just something crazily impossible that usually would only happen to me. But it was gross.
As I stood at the top of the last flight of stairs, I stared into the darkness below me. The only light I could see was the moonlights’ reflection from my doors’ windowpane. I closed my eyes and slowly walked down every step until I reached the bottom. I began to open my eyes prepared for anything to come my way, but nothing was there. While I walked past the front door on my way to the kitchen, I felt a sharp chill come across my chest and arms. The cool air moved to the bottom of my bare feet, and then I knew it … the front door was recently opened. While walking I noticed the faint smell of marijuana the closer I came to the kitchen door, I knew someone was in the house now. I walked quietly in front of the kitchen door and noticed that it was slightly opened and the light was on. This was the moment I was waiting for; this was the moment of truth. The instant I pulled the handle to open the door, the light turned off. I took approximately three steps back to find the nearest lamp and when I did, I immediately twisted the handle. As soon as the light turned on I saw him, a black masked figure standing in the kitchen door way. He stared at me, I stared at him, as I looked down I noticed one of the several kitchen knives we owned in his left hand. The only part of his body I could see was his eyes, and the only expression I saw on in his eyes was genuine evil. As he walked towards me I took steps back and the only thought that carried through my mind was that I may be telling the story tonight’s events on an episode of “I Survived”.
K: I'll try to.
D: Good. :). Bye.
K: Don't say Bye.
D: Why?
K: It's final.
D: I'm sorry. Didn't mean for it to be final in any way. Talk to you later?
K: Yes, later.
I guess you can say, we are two of those people.
