6.

It almost three A.M and all I want is to get off this bus. The sickening silence grinds on my nerves and I find my shame and paranoia convert to frustration and anger. This sharp pain starts beneath my eyes and it dons on me that I've been up for over 30 hours. Thinking of what comes next only makes me angrier and all of a sudden I just can't stop shouting. "Who the fuck are you to judge me lady! You don't know me. You don't know why I am the way I am. So why don't you just keep your fucking judgment to yourself." I'm shocked by my own hate. When did I get so angry? Maybe I am a complete and utter asshole. The world is bearing down on me and its indifference is crushing who I am.