When I get bored-

I secretly imagine my funeral.

I imagine how it'll look like, who will be crying badly, who will be there, who will be huddling together, and what people will say about me.

I know who won't show up and who it wouldn't make a difference even if they did.

I think about the people I may seriously consider haunting when I die.

I also think I know what my mother will say when I'm gone. (I always imagine I die before her. Because it's really important that she regret some things. I mean some..)

When I get to this part of my funeral, I imagine if it was her funeral instead, and wonder if I will really regret some things. I mean some..

Somebody said, the greatest irony of life is that nobody gets out of it alive. Yes so true, so why do we have to make life hell for the rest of us who aren't there yet?!

I imagine if I killed myself, what I would write in my suicide note.

When I get to this in my mind, I realise I can't kill myself. (Not that I terribly want to. But if I had to.)

I don't have anything poetic to say about my life! Shit.

And there goes my bus stop, and now I have to wake up and walk all the way backwards.

God, I can be so weird. I don't make a concious effort, it just creeps up. I wonder what else people think about on the bus.