I feel separated. I feel alone. I feel manipulated. I feel betrayed. I feel inferior.. I feel ignorant. I feel ignored. I feel distant. I feel stupid. I feel discouraged. I feel alone. I feel alone. I feel alone. I feel alone. I feel alone.
the roads were glossy. I blurred my eyes to make the green and red lights consume my vision. the wet cement reflected the brake lights. it was luminous. then I ran off the road. ohhh I ran off the road again. now I smell like smoke. and chinese takeout.