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August 6, 2013
Last night after getting off the bus at Crossing I cried. There are many reasons, one of them: I told the driver and conductor to stop at the overpass but neither of them heard or acknowledged me so I had to get off at the next stop which had me walking back to the overpass for a good 5 minutes while crying. It just hit me, no one listens! But that's the overacting version. The truth is: I miss you. I wish we can talk, I wish we can see each other again, I wish to know what to do.