I posted asking if it’d be a good idea to do this in the first place and naturally everyone told me it’d be a bad idea and naturally I did it anyway. I was 2 hours from home and I was on the bus when the trip started and I got to my train station. First my headphones died so I tried to turn on my speaker and noticed I was zoning out and when I came to, I noticed a creepy guy watching me and walked away the second I noticed. Then a guy started yelling at me thinking I was watching him so I ran downstairs and told the police I was under the influence and they started to fuck with me and everyone was staring at me and making fun of my situation since I was very noticeably high on top of telling the police, I never got on my train and my moms fiancé ended up driving an hour down to get me and in all of that what went through my head was “I’m gonna lose my job, I’m gonna end up on the news, everyone is laughing at me, if my ex’s saw me they’d laugh at me” blah blah blah then once I got home everyone was saying trying to calm me down and for the most part I was, until I sat in my room for a while with homage by mild high club playing and found myself laying there, with mix match socks she gave me, a green hoodie (which was her favorite color) a green and black scarf wrapped around my neck and it was clear to me how heartbroken I really was.