Next in line? Already? Okay. Time to get this done.

"One to-"

I always mumble when I speak to the damn ticket tellers... crap. I think I'm still mumbling.

"Hello. Um miss, may you repeat that? I couldn't hear you..." the teller spoke loudly, maybe she knew I was lost in thought and knew to snap me out of it? No.

"One ticket to the Albany." I spoke softly but clearly this time.

"Round trip?" The teller said as she went to click that of which she made out to seem as if it was the ultimate fate deciding button...

"No. Just a one way." I sounded disappointed. It's not like I'm being forced to do this. It's my choice, my choice to be alone for a while. Was this bitch just speaking? I need to make sure I focus... "I'm sorry but can you repeat that? I was lost in my thoughts?" I spoke with what seemed to be confusion. I'm not confused. Great. Now the woman thinks I'm insane.

"I said your ticket is $11" the teller spoke in a clearly agitated voice.

Maybe she's having a bad day too. I'll just give her the money and get this on the road.

"Thank you. Have a nice night." I said as we exchanged my money for her ticket. My ticket. My ticket to some happiness and freedom of mind. Finally.

It's been 5 minutes, Santana. Calm down...

The damm train isn't coming fast enough. Why can't I be on the tracks instead of on this fucking platform? Then the train would definitely come quicker... if not immediately... hmph. Everything I've done lately has just seemed to bite me in the ass. I just need to get away from it all.

I appreciate my life, I do. Although I have some pretty shitty days. On those days I just want to disappear, I know ending it all won't get me anywhere.

That's why I'm on this platform... to get away from it all but not end it all. I've been living by that phrase lately...

*types into phone*

November 2nd 11:15 PM: get away from it all but not end it all.

*closes phone*

That's another thing I do a lot lately, I jot things down. It psyches me out. It tells me if I want to remember it, it is memorable. My thoughts are memorable. I am memorable. At least I hope I am... and so on...

Brittany tells me she loves me. But I can't help but wonder, will she remember me? Like, forever?

All I want is to be remembered. That is all I want. Nothing more. Maybe a family with Brittany, some money as support. But to be remembered.

How did this even start? I should be with Brittany right now. How many times have I even thought about her in the last three minutes? I need to get my priorities straight. Brittany is a main priority if I really think about it, she is THE main priority. Maybe this isn't so bad.

Finally! The train is here. It's at least a 3 hour ride, so I shouldn't get too excited...

"Santana?" Said a tall boyish looking mad with an unbuttoned plaid dress shirt and some messy hair... he really is a boyish man... like a giant toddler... Finn!

"Finn?" I tried to sound like I wasn't enthusiastic about seeing him here... although I kinda am... he was someone I secretly cared about through high school. I was a bitch in high school. I'm not the best at that anymore, but if I get the chance, I'll keep that facade.

"Santana!" He had that stupid grin again. He really hasn't changed as he sat down in the empty seat beside me. Now I'm smiling. Why am I- whatever, I'll let it slide.

"I'm not yelling your name, Finnocence. I said it once, that's enough" I put my signature HBIC tone into it and even my finest smirk on my face in hopes to regain the title.

"Glad to see you haven't changed." His words could've been sarcastic... but they weren't... if that was me, I'd be saying it sarcastically. This is Finn though, so I shouldn't be surprised.

"You haven't either, I see you are still yet to loose that toddler look you've always seemed to possess." I said it with an unreadable tone and face, he'll take it in a good way. I hope. I just don't want to scare him, for him to run off...

"So, are you and Brittany still together?" He asked in his sincerest tone while he took out his phone.

"Yeah we are. But I'm going on this trip alone..." I said it, suddenly wondering why I actually did go on this trip on my own.

"Sweet, but why are you going to Albany?" He asked it while playing some game on his phone.

"I'm going to just free my mi-" I was cut off by his phone ringing.

"I need to go San, sorry. Hope I'll see you!" He walked off before I could say goodbye. Hmph. I'll just rest now. Hopefully no one else bothers me.