i guess the lights inside it were controlled by the engine or something because whenever it’d slow down, the lights would go dim, and when it’d speed up, they’d go brighter.
the windows that are usually made of glass were made of cardboard.
if ever that bus would crash, you wouldn’t die from the impact of the crash, you’d die of tetanus.
at that moment in time, i thought to myself “i’m about as broken down as this bus.”
i wonder if my friends are afraid to be with me because i might bring them down too.
lately my thoughts have just been…scattered.
my heart has been all over the place, too.
“this time i’ll try not to show that i am not letting go.”
maybe i have shit for parts, too?
Yes? No?
