Should I continue this?

I tied my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head. My eyes were glowing today, yellow green. I ran my tongue over my teeth and sighed. I was tired. So fucking tired. I threw my binder into my bag and pulled it over my shoulder, walking out of the house. My bus stop was right in front of my door so I couldn't miss it. The yellow pile of shit on wheels stopped in front of me and I picked the single seat at the back. I hated school buses. It smelt like weed and cheap cologne, gum was stuck on the cheap leather of the seats. Two more stops and the bus was full. Soon, we were in front of the red bricked building I like to call hell. I had no friends, none whatsoever. Everybody was in their little clique, laughing, messing around… I admit, I was jealous. I'm just the type of person who rather stay alone. I can't be hurt, I can't be humiliated, I wouldn't have to have my heart broken. Everybody leaves me soon enough.