Today.and every other day...
Monday, December 19, 2005 @ 6:11 PM
I always have a funny way of thinking, I think and I put my life is story from... of course this is my insperation for writing, so I, nonetheles, enjoy my thinking.And so i write.I stood in the chilling air of the lowest floor of my school. Winter was here, i assured myself, and it would only get worse. The window i looked out was scratched plexi-glass and so i had to move my head in what i was sure was a funny manner to see anything. The crowd of teenagers slowly thinned out as buses came and left. I guy i knew walked twards the door, I smiled, I smiled a fake focred smile. I dreaded the question "how are you", but i answerd it kindly anyways."Im okay, thanks. you?" i responded bitterly, trying to cut it short, hoping that if the conversation died he would leave. "Im great thanks..." He continued with something i didnt care about, let alone listened to it. He left soon after he realized my mind was eleswhere. Again, i staired out the window.The bitter wind blew in my face everytime a person would walk in or out opening the door, i shiverd often, but hardly from the cold.My bus arrived, i took a seat near the back as a firend of my complained about how his date had ditched him and left him dateless for the caberet. "Girls are so heartless" he said, and the only thing i bothered listen to. "you really think so? you dint think guys are? okay. whatever." I said, maybe too defensivly making the others around me probablly wonder why i was in such a bad mood or what triggered me. but i didnt care really.I fell asleep i think.Im still asleep.I pourposly didnt buckle my seatbelt, tonight.
