I sat at the bus stop alone, all drained and sore without a sense of direction. That's when I realised you were never there. I've always imagined you coming to my rescue whenever shit happens, telling me that I'm just going into overdrive, that I should stop being so paranoid and that things are going to be just fine. But that never did happened and I'm still sticking around, wishing otherwise.

Maybe I was never good for you to want to hang around?