Waiting for the bus. alone.
felt like 'why the hell do I put up with this shit'? All along.
After attending a what-you-call-it...
And experiencing a you-know-what...
Thoughts raced thru my brain. It just wasn't me at that time, living between the shadow of my eyes. It wasn't me living within this skull. For I was fed destructive thoughts by the minute.
I want to quit. I want to be somewhere where I'd be valued and not abused. Sheesh...
Days I wished would come to an end... wish that humankind will come to a sudden painless end. not just me.
This gives me a headache.
Waiting for the bus is a test of patience. How many times do you have to wait for one in your life? Then on the bus, life seems to go smoother, and races before your eyes.
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