took the tiring bus ride home last nite after school at 10 plus. the usual crowded bus, packed full with people and i had to carry my books.
bus ebrake, i cut my thumb.
went back, told him. he told me that i should get back my license. With my this kind of life, cannot take bus. ask me to go kitchen get plaster.
thats all.
i smiled
he asked how come i so polite.
i smiled again.
sad
Friday, 23 January 2009
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