Thought #2 (the bus ride)

Bus rides. i took a bus ride, (in which i disobeyed my godbrother). i took a bus ride to markham to give her stuff back, in which she asked back. This all inclusive package including notes,random stuff we made, and gifts(t shirt, and a custom hat). i took a bus ride thinking, i took a bus ride reminiscing, i took a bus ride. i took a bus ride to settle everything, anything, and to stop. i got off the bus ride, skated to her place. i reached the 4 steps, settled the box on her chair. i looked back and never looked back again, this was the last look, the last trip, the last goodbye. This sacrifice was meant for good, for me, was meant for me to forget, for me to stop. i skated to the bus stop, took the bus ride home. The bus ride.

EPIC.

But there was also some other thought on the bus, the one oh fucking two markham. im on the bus at highway 7, settled on the high seats sitting near the window. i sat there to show courtesy for others to sit. i crack open my english decide to read(got it done mother fuckers). But then as soon as i got to sheppard, i realized no one sat beside me. The bus was full. To my pint of view i was awed by the fact that no one sat beside me, for once i felt weirded out by the fact that no one sat beside me. Usually i fret when someone sits beside me, but today no. I felt nice to the world of bus riders and this is what i get, a smack in the fucking face. Im sitting there back straight with a book, looking highly educated in my perspective. But what would be ones social perception towards that, in which they would have the cognitive not to sit beside me. Is the new scary look consists of reading a book in a slender position? i dont think so, i would be glad to sit beside a educated person opposed to a scary sketch looking fuck on the bus. Thank you very much for NOT sitting beside me asshole, im that scary. Just be scared that im more smarter looking and more handsome than you. Fuck you.