When you can’t stand being in your own mind, silence is the worst. Actually I take that back, when the bus is full and there is no one to talk to, all you can do is look out the window and think. I guess to some people that is not bad but when I start thinking it just messes me up. At least when your alone you can think through it, get angry, throw things, yell and then just get so annoyed, you go in scream of other people to keep your mind busy. On a bus or I a room or people, you have to keep it all I’m and try not to freak out. This never works out well unless you can pass out somewhere and forget everything. But it all goes back to one thing...life and why it suxs. I mean if you think about it life is just a disappointment. I hate life. Life suxs no matter how you look at it. Yes there are good times, but what surrounds the good times, bad times. No matter how happy you are one minute the next your miserable and want to crawl in a hole and die. After that there are a couple more good times and a fucking pile of bad times then you die. So how can you say life is happy? Even at my happiest moments something seems to make them sux.