Maybe, just maybe

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The bus.
The place where I do most of my writing. I write poems, novellas, song lyrics, anything you think of I write.
I think better on the bus. The people around you just going about their day. Minding their own business. Being... normal. My life is anything but normal.
My life has been consisted of my mother drilling into my brain that boys and parties don't matter. That I don't need anyone to complete me. That drugs and alcohol kills you. That having sex will ruin you unless you wait until marriage. I agree. I've always been focused on school and writing. I like my life like that.
Writing to me is like painting an invisible picture. You can paint anything if you use the right words. You can create so much emotion with one hundred pages, more or less. You have the power to create another world inside your imagination. Writing is my world.
Just like the bus is my office. Sometimes I'll just ride the bus until the very last stop and I'll write the whole time. Once I start writing, nothing can stop me. Nothing except for my family and the last bus stop.
Tonight was one of those nights where I just rode the bus stop till the end of the route. People walked on then walked off. Some with kids, some with their significant other and some just by themselves. Either going to work or going out to meet a friend. But me? I was just riding it for the sake of riding it. The whoosh sound the bus makes when it stops and opens the doors. The squeak sound the doors make when it opens. The people of all kinds entering and leaving.
This is what I live for.
This is the life I live.
Well the life I had before him...

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I'm just starting to write again so if you like this book please comment and tell me if I should continue????

And I will make future episodes longer!