Ok, so I've been writing a story. The best part is this ending. So here, read it first.

"Epilogue: Maybe I should drive"

I love and hate to drive a car. I don’t think anybody really understands that about me. But I can’t see how they could. Most people who know me at all, know I hate to drive. Little do they realize, it’s because when I’m in my car with another person, I feel like I’m constantly being judged. I feel like the passenger is going to rate how much he loves me based on how wide I took that turn, or whether I actually stopped for or just rolled through that stop sign. And the problem is, every person is going to judge you based on his own perceptions, his own wants and desires. This means for every person riding in my car, I want to drive the way he thinks is safe driving. I want to drive in a way that makes him feel safe and secure, comfortable having me behind the wheel of his destiny.

And I hate that. It’s too much fucking pressure. I prefer to ride in his car, or even let him drive mine. I sit in the passenger seat and try to ignore every turn and every stop sign. I look out the window at the trees, to the stains on the floor of the car, to the fog on the windshield caused by my inability to shut up and breathe. And I passively ride.

What I love, is to drive. If I’m the only person in the car, I could drive to the moon without getting bored or carsick. I just look at the sunsets out the side window, or I scream along with the music I’ve turned up loud enough to block out the wind that rattles against my sanctuary. I don’t worry about dying alone, the friends I’ve lost along the way, so many other mistakes I’ve made when another person was in this car with me. The road trips I take alone are the best vacation, like spring-cleaning for my soul. By myself, my car and I become one, and I’m finally free. No one can see me like this, as I push my foot to the floor and drive 15 over, breathing it in, all the way to my toes. I just turn up the music, roll down the windows, and light one up as I howl at the moon.