The Bus

Why is the bus so fucking depressing? I swear it screws with my head. I was just telling a friend of mine last night that I was enjoying the city more and more and forgetting someone more and more. The first one still stands, but really the second was a lie. All it takes is a couple of long bus rides to get you thinking, and ofcourse the pre going to bed thoughts. I guess playing the same sappy songs over and over doesn't help either. Who needs these thoughts? Replaying different moments and events in my head, wondering; what if this? what if that?

Seriously, I think I'm going insane. Or on the edge of falling into madness. At the age of 20, that doesn't leave me much hope for the future. How dramatic am I?