Going home

On the 6train heading to grandcentral so I can switch to the express.
Going home. I've had a long day I don't wanna deal. Im not tired tho. Im
relaxed, at ease. Im looking around at different people on the train
(which I rarely do cuz I hate when people look at me) but im doing
something a little different today. Plus, these people will never see me
again right? I wonder where they come from. If they have good lives,
nice jobs, great friends. If they're cat people or have shoe addictions.
I wonder if they know how to love. Its funny. Someone once told me, _"u
never know a persons story" and its true. I know people who smile
everyday but cry everynight. U look at them, think they're preety nd
have things rather easily. I wonder if people think im preety. I wonder
if they think I have it easy. Shit sometimes I do have it easy. They
probably think I have a preetyboy boyfriend. I don't. I have a
wonderful, beautiful girlfriend. Scratch that. Wife. I wonder how many
people on this train (btw im on the 6 now) have a problem with
homosexuality. It wud make me laugh. I think people judge too much. They
judge color, sexuality, fashion choice, music decisions everything. I do
it too. Everyone does it. I think we're all ignorant. There's nomore
creativity. There's nothing new. This is just a free blog. I always have
so much in my head idk where else to put it but here.
--breeananicole_33