As I walked out of the bus station today, as tears began to streak down my face, I felt something tear through me as if I left a part of me to go on the bus to go somewhere far away... I hate my life, I hate how attached I can become to people and how difficult yet how easy it is for them to ride away on a bus...
As I walked out of the bus station today, as tears began to streak down my face, I felt something tear through me as if I left a part of me to go on the bus to go somewhere far away... I hate my life, I hate how attached I can become to people and how difficult yet how easy it is for them to ride away on a bus...