Crying on the F Train

I think it's important for everybody to have a drunken, nervous breakdown on the subway as often as necessary.

Don't keep those feelings bottled up, share them! With strangers. On the subway.

You don't have to suffer alone. It's called being part of a community, people.

I know that it makes the guys sitting by you feel real uncomfortable. Don't worry though, they won't try to console you because they don't care. But don't let that stop you from sharing your feelings.

To enhance the experience, you should scrawl I AM ALL ALONE over and over again into a notebook. Or carve it into your arm, if you're so inclined. (I prefer a notebook).

You can do other stuff to heighten the experience too. Like stare out the window mournfully while overlooking the crapass part of Brooklyn you live in. Or dig through your purse in a futile attempt to find a tissue to dry your tears.

Then, when you get home, make some kinda desperate, humiliating text message to some guy you don't even like, and then feel bad when he doesn't respond the way you want.

Then regret that text message for the rest of your life.

Then pass out in your clothes.

Then do it all again next week. Or this weekend even.