like $300 of dollars thrown out the window. and all the mental preparation. i thought i could do it by myself. go to boston and see one of my favorite bands. 

i bought a GA ticket, stupid me… i had to ask a security guard to help me and the angel he was got me a seated ticket. but once i realized i had another 5 hours it began to sink in how alone i felt and how far from home i was. the tightness in my chest started. i took the train so i couldn’t leave early. 


i feel like a fucking loser. i had to call my dad and sister and beg for help and now i’m in another bus station for a bus home. 

i couldn’t even stand to see my favorite band. couldn’t be normal. 

now i have to go home and be alone because M is with her boyfriend. i’ll miss my concert that i’ve been hyping up all summer. and i have to choose whether or not to lie to all my coworkers about what happened. 

i’m  a failure.