There is something about being on a train that makes you want to stay on it forever, yet get off at the next stop.

You know, I may not know what I am going to do when I get there, but something about me being on here makes me feel so excited. The rush of it all.

I have so many questions that I need answers to. Answers only she can give me. I have so many slaps on my forehead from being so stupid. I deserve every single one.

Here is where I will hope to repair what is broken. When I get off I will actually do it. The world will start moving again. I am scared out of my mind, but isn’t that the point? The train is so safe, I want to stay on it forever, but it gets boring and I need to get off.

My world needs to start moving again.