The Bus

I don't understand how you can come straight from the best day to the worst. Today was horrible, it was like waiting for the bus five minutes before you knew you were going to be late for work. I could've sworn it was going to be different, but I still got the same as the other people. My stomach is so unhappy with this that I want to throw up but am unable to because its pathetic. I try not to tear up cause no one else is, needless to say that I would look stupid. I caught the bus earlier today, but it didn't arrive at all when it was time for me to catch it again. All of this sucks, cause this lil story is just a big metaphor to a story that occur in the middle of the street when I sat there and the car drove away, reverse that story and if your smart you got what happened. Maybe not but even if I told you would infer it was my fault. That's just how people are, you might dismiss this cause it seems as though I'm just rambling but I'm not. Ever been on a roller coaster full of emotion you couldn't explain to anyone how you felt, not because you thought they wouldn't understand but because you would be labeled. Well that's bad for you happy I don't feel that way.             England