when you live in new york or new jersey it is almost a rite of passage when someone jumps in front of your train. the first thought is always, “i’m going to be late for work.” it is never, “what a tragedy she felt that there was no other way out.” but it is. it is a fucking tragedy when the world does not stop for you even when you give it every last drop of your blood. - i never learned your name, but you mattered to me.
