Been contemplating on the bus from school. What would my parents feel? What would they say? What would they do?
Sometimes I’m thinking of catching the train, in a peaceful and pain-free manner of course, just to know what’s after this life. Just to know if I’ll become a ghost that materializes out of thin air, able to see my own coffin and able to see who will visit me. I just want to know who’ll cry, who really cares.