Ashamed

First day of the new semester and my final school year.

And I feel ashamed of myself.

This girl stood beside me at the bus-stop. When I first saw her, she had this funnie look on her face.. not a very happy one. Moments later, I saw her clutching at her waist. Catching her breath I thought. Then she leaned against the wall, closing her eyes. That was when I realised that she's actually in pain, like gastric or something.

I debated with myself whether to help her in whatever ways I can; at the very least, words of comfort can do wonders sometimes. The dilemma was shallowly settled by the arrival of my bus. I took another look at her before boarding. I am such a pathetic prick.

Along the short bus ride, I wonder if she's alrite and hope some other nicer being who are not pricks had helped her.

When it was time to alight, I found out that the bell wasn't where it's supposed to be. Looked around, then this other girl on the next seat pressed the bell instead, somewhere on my blind side. 3rd year student acting like a chao freshie.. After I got down, I turned back but she was still on the bus, and it dawned on me that she actually stopped the bus for me and I didn't even acknowledge it nor thank her.

A prick I am, twice over. I feel sad for myself.

Went back to my room and ate a peach.