i always say goodbye to my loved ones as if that's the last time i'm gonna see them because i forget to look either ways before crossing the road nowadays and find myself almost wishing to never make it to my destination while i'm inside a car or a plane i read somewhere that 'you never know when the bus is coming' so i think since then a part of me has been living in a way as if i'm always expecting for the bus to hit some days it's 'i better do everything that makes me happy and tell everyone i love them before it hits me' but more often than not it's 'why hasn't it hit me yet.'
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