"I Got A Story To Tell" Will Return


9/oneofthesedays/2009. You guys actually liked those posts, and I actually liked posting them. Here's an OLDER one (A true one).

He said "We can be friends tho", I just looked at him and whispered in my head "Your not gonna cry, your not gonna cry,this bastard WONT see you cry". I smiled, turned and walked away; up the stairs and to the end of the J train's platform. I had my back to him, but I could hear him calling my name, but I didnt respond or turn around. I had decided after the word friend, I should deleted him completely from my phone and any other types of communication I would have with him. I deleted him from my head, from my life, NO...I deleted him from my reality. He was no longer a real person. His voice yelling my name out had completely went over my head and vibrated off the walls of the trainstation that seemed so empty.

There were hundreds of people walking through turnstyles, swiping metrocards, boarding trains, smiling, and laughing but im alone. Lonely cold, and wanting to just close my eyes and sleep this feeling off. It was december and I wanted to sleep until April.

My train was coming in.

--This IS the Queens Bound J train, This is Broadway Junction Next Stop the train conductors voice seemed to trail off as i left reality and wallowed in my thoughts. I didnt hear the end of what he said, but I was sure it was Alabama Ave. Then the Van Siclen stop. I stepped onto the train, but turned my head just in time to HIM walk up the stairs, his eyes were dodging back and forth to see if I was still on the platform. He couldn't see me. I slowly stepped off the train as he hopped on. "He thought he would catch up with me, but hell no" I thought to myself.

I managed to step off right before the doors closed. I stood on the platform and felt a sense of independence, and accomplishment. I dont know why, but I felt good about giving him the old shake and bake. He wasnt about to be on the same train as me trying to start this "friendship" thing that HE wanted. I watched the train loudly pass by and threw on my headphones, hit shuffle on the iPOD; first song... "I can't see 'em coming down my eyes, so i gotta make the song cry". How appropriate.

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6 Schitzos Talking

you have a knack for telling stories...


I just love your stories!!!! :P

~~The Harajuku Ken Doll~~

Be strong girl. Be strong. Love the music!

Lol, Noooo, this is old!! This was at least 2 years ago. Im strong, stayed strong, was over it the next day.

F.A.D.E.D. fux with this site...nice work on here.

Stay F.A.D.E.D.

...return the follow favor plz.

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