The Last Morning Train

I need to practice my narrative for a final exam, so I asked the Nerdfighters for some help. They gave me some titles and/or ideas for inspiration and now I want to pick some and write about them. I won't have much time the day of the final so this will be aaaall improvisation. Let's see what I can do. My idea is to write at least two or three per week, I don't know if I'll have the time but I'll try. So this begins with...

"The Last Morning Train"

I was never a fan of the "once upon a time" kind of stories, but this was actually once upon a time. It's one of those stories that you find in small towns, the ones in which you don't know exactly when they took place or who were the real characters involved. The kind of story you can hear from old people talking in the park, or kids telling it to each other after they heard it from another friend or some relatives at home. I should warn you before you keep reading, this story has no ending.
So there was She. We don't know who She is. She was a traveller, never spent more than a week on each town. But, you know, when you hear about someone who travels a lot ou might think of someone.. nostalgic, without real friends or family or roots. She wasn't like that, She was always nice and with a big, radiant smile on her face. They say She never felt homeless because she never had an actual home. Once someone from this town had a small talk with her and asked about that, about her way of living life without settling down, apparently She answerd "you know what they say: home is where the heart is! Well my heart is where the wind takes it, and I don't need anything else." 
Clearly something happened, or this wouldn't be a story worth telling. They say she met someone, or He was someone from her past, they don't know for sure, but there He was, at the train station, smiling straight at her. He had one of those charming smiles that can make you blush. She looked at him and smiled back, and that was it. It was in the air, that something between them that made people think they belonged with each other. They took off on the same train on that autumn morning, and nobody knows what happened. Nobody knows if they talked, if they travelled together, if they never saw each other again. That's what people like about this story, they can speculate, they can invent the ending they want. People love doing that.
Personally, I like to think they ended up together. I have a thing for tragedies, yes, but sometimes a happy ending is just what you need.


--aaaaand I didn't actually like this one but whatever. I'm not inspired, I'm tired. The point is my grammar after all. I just thought it would be nice to write again.

Catarsis de martes a la noche.

[I can feel the pressure, it's getting closer now]

Did you ever notice how many of my posts start with "I don't know what to do now"? I do. There's a lot of that. I hate not knowing, I hate losing control. I really don't know how to handle all of this right now. I'm so full of shit I just wanna scream my lungs out and break my vocal chords.
I feel like I'm doing everything wrong, like I try to have all under control but I can't. Everything falls from my hands like sand and I can't deal with that. 
And no, I can't relax, I don't have the time. You may say "everything is gonna be okay" yes, thank you, I hope so too, but it's not about the future that I'm so stressed, it's about the present, the fear I have right NOW, the nightmares, the nights when I can't sleep at all thinking, thinking, and thinking. You also may say that I'm a drama queen, YES I KNOW THAT TOO, but this is beyond that. This is me trying not to cry my eyes out every day over my stupid books and notes and stuff. Trying to smile at home even when I don't feel like it, trying to think of anything else, to clear my mind.. 
I try, I can't. And I'm pushing people away 'cause I feel like they can't help me, and I don't want to get extremely nervous or angry or shit like that and end up alone. So I just sit in my bed with my coffee and my books and try to focus, and try to get everything right, and try to fix all of this shit I'm doing wrong, and try not to stress so much, and try to smile for real, and try to think about good stuff, and it's HARD, SO HARD, but I wanna make it.
I WANT THIS VOICES IN MY HEAD TO SHUT THE HELL UP. 
Please, I don't wanna be alone right now. I can't do this by myself. I need to fight my stupid demons. Please. My head is about to explode.

I can do this, can't I? Yes I can. I'm gonna be fine..

Annnnnd, yes, I'm totally cheesy.

Settle down with me,

cover me up,

cuddle me in.

Lie down with me

and hold me in your arms

And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck..

I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet.

And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved,

(you wanna be loved,

you wanna be loved).

This feels like falling in love,

(falling in love,

we're falling in love).

Settle down with me

and I'll be your safety,

you'll be my lady.

I was made to keep your body warm,

but I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms.

My heart's against your chest, your lips pressed to my neck..

I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet.

And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved,

(you wanna be loved,

you wanna be loved).

This feels like falling in love,

(falling in love,

we're falling in love).

Yeah, I've been feeling everything

from hate to love,

from love to lust,

from lust to truth.

I guess that's how I know you

so I hold you close to help you give it up.

So kiss me like you wanna be loved,

(you wanna be loved,

you wanna be loved).

This feels like falling in love,

(falling in love,

we're falling in love).

This is your fault, and Ed Sheeran's.

So I kinda had some complicated days since I started 'college' (I'm not in college yet, I'm trying to get in). I've been too nervous and jumpy about everything and that wasn't good for me or anyone around me, especially that one person. I was being a walking disaster technically.
But I didn't write about it 'cause there was some stuff I needed to keep to myself. OF COURSE that dind't work and made my brain explode, because let's face it, keeping what's bothering me just to myself is not a good idea, I mean, sooner or later I was going to screw everything up... and I did.
At least I faced my fears and said all I needed to say. It wasn't the best way to do it but well..
I think nothing's broken anyway. I mean, there was, clearly, some damages, but nothing that can't be fixed (I hope).

NOW, I can say I'm happy, I'm doing my best with.. well everything. Even though my braing is MELTING for all the papers I need to read and all that stuff that comes with being finally a college student (well, close enough).. I wanna believe that I can make this work. And by "this" I don't mean just the study part, I mean all that other stuff that went wrong in the last weeks.
So.. that's it. I'll write when I feel like it, but I'm starting this thing called "TALKING" you know? With someone? Yeah, that's normal for you, not for me, so wish me luck.
BTW I'm not checking grammar before posting this so whatever.