I don't take the bus everyday, nor do I have a magic golden ticket; or a bus pass as normal people call them. I hate buses. I remember being so excited for buses for two reasons. 1. Pressing The bell 2. If it was a double decker bus and feeling like you're on top of the world. But that was the past. Here I am breathing in the bacteria and people with walkers crisps breath on a bus. Girls singing along to the latest music and posting things on social media. I felt lost. Lost and clueless in a modern world so full of flaw. I grabbed my Walkman and played Bowie. I felt eyes of iPhone users peering at me.
"What the fuck is that?" I heard an adidas covered girl say. I didn't care and still don't care.
I peered over my shoulder to see an old man. He looked about 65 and his face looked tired and experienced. He's on an iPhone scrolling through Facebook. I sighed. Why do we depend so much on phones? I suffice without. I'm not cut off from the world yet there's a gap between me and other people my age.

I press the buzzer. Not feeling any satisfaction. I grab my belongings and walk off the bus. Some of the people staring at me as they queued to do the same as everyone else. Same as everyone else. Same. Are we all just the same trying to be unique.? Hungry for attention. Seeking love. Searching for life. No. Not me. Not me.