I took a three-seater row in the bus I rode in a while ago, and before it had finally reached the destination I have noticed that the vehicle was almost emptied by passengers. The rain had been pouring hard, and I stared blankly on the window, or should I say I was just staring at my own reflection. My fingers patted my leg as I listened to Leona Lewis’ Bleeding Love and kept on gazing at myself in the window glass, whose opposite side was damped with raindrops I could almost imagined it forming the word ALONE. I sat in the middle seat, the seat next to my right I placed my baggage, and on my left was an empty space which gave me the creeps. Dark and raining, and I was riding on a bus all by myself with songs like Breakeven, Nothing and Bleeding Love on my earphones. Yeah, yeah… I was just getting so fucking emotional. This is why I really hate going through my pre menstrual syndromes, I think I’m going crazy. I feel bad tonight. I wanted to talk, but I don’t know who’s to talk with. Having a hard time figuring myself… =(
