I bade him a silent goodbye with a little wave and stepped out of the bus. With his back turned facing me, I thought to myself as he went ahead on his journey back home, "So this is how it starts. Little topics to talk about and a wave for a farewell gesture. We are indeed moving on ahead with our lives."
Maybe I'm just being too sentimental or whatever.
Anyway, school's starting in a day's time and I'm afraid of what's about to come. Have some weird shit going on between me and some people and myself. Don't know what I'm going to do, but I hope I would think rationally... Well, isn't that some classy bullshit.
