“Busy”

You know how introverts at least like to be asked to go somewhere? Y'know so they know they are valued in a group? Not that they go of course.

I am Kowloon. The writer of this... werid werid thing.

So... I don't think I'm gonna explain myself too much, after all the reason for this rewrite is because the original story no longer exists. Cryptic? No it's not I literally forgot a lot.

Time does that.

What I can tell you is what I see now.

What I see. Every single. Day.

"FUCK! YO STOP THE BUS" I yell running down the street.

Caught up in a dream. Again.

I really need to start taking the bus with my friend god.

I feel myself tearing up, feeling hazy from running, so I stop.

"HEY!" Case in point.

"That was the second bus, we can still catch the last one right?" My boyfriend, Cameron says trying to be optimistic.

"Asthma is a bitch," I respond standing next to him.

"Remember how I told you about that thing? My uh, mdd?" I ask trying to cut the silence.

"Your what?" He asks. Did I mention he has the attention span of someone at a toaster?

"Clash of dimensions," I answered.

"Oh ye- no," he says.

The bus pulls up.

"I'll tell ya later," we show the bus guy our passes, and to Hell we go.

To highschool.