Buses

I went for a a really long bus ride today.
Just for the hell of it, jut got on a bus and stayed on it forever. Well 2 hours, which is the length of time it takes the 403 to get from Liverpool to Seacombe. I got a lot of reading done, and it got me out of the house and avoided awkward questions from my parents about why I'm suddenly in all the time which I am not ready to deal with yet, especially after last night's little tirade, big tirade towards Him.
I've been in a shit mood all day because of it, back to fucking square one, and I needed some time to chill. For some odd reason being on buses with a good book does that for me. I think I shall call it bus therapy. It goes alongside, scream therapy, crying therapy, bottle everything up inside and become totally cold and unfeeling therapy and destructive therapy. I think of all of them bus therapy is probably the best.