I guess I overreacted last night, but all I could think about was that I just really, really didn’t want to be alone with my own thoughts. I hate feeling this lonely. Whenever I feel this way I’d keep thinking about that bus ride through those big, tall sky-scrapers and the people slowly filtering out for lunch time. That was the loneliest I’d ever felt, to be among so many people. It reminds me of how little I know, and how small my soul is in the universe. It reminds me that I’m not invincible. Today, rushed everywhere with no destination in mind, maybe the craziness would help me forget, but at the end, I still end up sitting on my bed – thinking those exact same thoughts and feeling the exact same way. I can’t run away from it. Even if I try, you always seem to appear. I really need a fucking pill that can help me forget, so it can stop tugging on the strings of my heart, but I know it’s already engraved in the back of my head.