it's dark. it's cold. it's rainy. i'm all alone in my room here. i hear the train sound it's honk as rahul leaves on it, never to return to long island again. the loneliness pierces a hole through my neck and slithers down my throat, making a detour and dumping a pound of ache into my heart.

apart from the lab, i guess this is the reason why i want to go home. i can't stand loneliness. i can't living in a place all by myself where so many inebriated(and not) memories were created. it feels that, all by myself, i have to soak in the misery of memories. i'm done. i'll never have to live here again.

it's only sad when you think about it and you say to yourself ....

... 'this will never happen again.'