My Crazy Adventure Last Night

Kay, yesterday was a bit long/exhausting for me. Why, you ask? Well, just read on and find out!! ^^

I was with my therapy group at Yorkdale Mall. Things were going fine until I got super moody at around 1:00, and ran off. One of the staff went after me, but she was too slow for me.     Since Yorkdale is connected to the TTC subway, I was able to hop on a subway headed downtown.
I got off at Union Station, got a transfer just because, and went roaming around in the PATH walkways. Okay, to be a bit more precise I was walking along Lakeshore blvd, the southernmost toe of the city xD
After an hour of this, I got bored AF and decided to go to Nathan Phillips square. So back on the subway I went, this time to Queen Station. I spent a half hour lost in my thoughts of TTTBAF, thinking of all the scenes that took place here. I then decided to go to the Eaton Center, where I spent 3-4 hours drawing on one of the Surface tablets lol 
At 5:15 I realized that I needed to get home, so I just decided to hop back on the subway. My plan was to transfer at Bloor-Yonge onto the Bloor Danforth Line, aka Line 2, and then go all the way to Kipling. From there, I'd take bus route 45 north to my house. So that's what I did. And then I made the 1-hour trip west. But then, I realized at Islington that I didn't know how to get to the buses at Kipling. I only knew how to get to the buses at Finch, which I left behind on Line 1 a LOONNNGG time ago. So, I GOT OFF, went to the eastbound platform, and made yet ANOTHER trip to Bloor-Yonge. It was around 6:30 when I went to the northbound platform at that station. Only problem was, THE FUCKING TRAIN WAS DELAYED!
Meaning that the amount of people waiting grew. And grew. AND GREW! When the train arrived 10 years later, I had to squeeze myself into a claustrophobic mass of people. I had to deal with this for the 9 stops to Finch Station. Well, I survived, got another transfer, and went to the Steeles West/Route 60 bus platform at 7:30.
It didn't come. God in hell, the damn thing was 30 minutes late!
Yep, yet another claustrophobic nightmare on that damn bus.
The trip home lasted nearly two hours, considering that there were many stops in between Finch and Markbrook. FINALLY, I stepped off the bus in the cold rain, ran across the  street to the other side, and stumbled into my building. It was 9:00, and I had spent 8 hours mucking about Toronto just in a (very successful!!) attempt to get away from people who made me feel like I was a fucking failure.
My name appeared on the news and I had a couple of cops interview me before I headed on up to my unit and fell the fuck asleep.
Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine.
And in all honesty, I was pretty goddamn lucky I didn't get hurt while on my wild tear, because man, this city is full of bad, bad people.
But let's look on the bright side: I'm ALIVE!! And super glad that I am too.